Their white fire nakedness flames up and out. Their uninhibited dance twists, folds, and dares to lie surrendered upon the ground. To see them now is like an ultra sound of spring’s waiting birth. And what is the whisper? Spring, summer and even fall are the presentation offered to eyes that seek effect, splash, defined beauty, and cover. There is nothing wrong with appreciating such textures and context. Only when we either fail to see the true beauty of naked truth or clinging to the effect we fail to dance with our own white fire nakedness do we dishonor the heart’s dance….for ourselves and others. May my dance always reveal the heart.