Yes.
And then we can rise from our seat, join the dancing, and realize that sitting and waltzing ... stillness and motion, silence and music ... were never two. Unmoving, as one's heart is moved in joy or sadness. Tripping or graceful, there is no place to fall ... yet we seek to stay upright as best we can (not always succeeding).
Swinging with our partner and all the room, trying not to have two left feet or to step on others ... yet partner, floor and all the room just who we are, beyond right or left, near or far, all directions. Who is dancing whom?
In fact, sitting and standing or flying through the air, free will or will free, there is just reality's beautiful Music (Big "M") holding all perceived harmonies and disharmonies of life ... each unmoving-step flowing (Big "D") Dancing-Dance-Dancing.
Twirling is always the still-silent pivot point brought to life.
Cha-Cha-Cha, Twist, Twerk and Tango.**
Gasssho, J
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I'm no better poet than I am a ballroom dancer, but I hope the point is clear.