Will I call it the exuberance of oneself, or the expression of the self within?

Within and without isn't all of creation itself a dance?

Like a child's first expression is not to speak, but to sing.

Before its feet learn to walk, they want to dance.

There can be no dance without a dancer.

But as long as I remain the dancer, can there truly be a Dance?

So I dance, and dance, until the dancer dissolves.

And so, the Dance remains.