I remember the last night I saw Yakzan, who was the sweet Heart
who cultivated the most deepenings within me in the ways the the Inner
Dance. I was leaving Hawaii under rushed conditions. I'd made
my share of mistakes and was paying for them. It was a Monday evening,
so there was an open evening of Sacred Dance which Yakzan would be facilitating.
I stopped by the Church of The CrossRoads (where Yakzan held his open evenings
and where people of all walks of life gathered). It was dark.
The evening of Sacred Dance had begun, so I simply peeked in the side door.
Yakzan spotted me. He was in the circle, so I simply placed my hand
on my heart and nodded. Yakzan did the same.
I went into the night, thinking surely I would dance one more time
But it was not to be. A half decade later and thousands of
miles from Honolulu in the sea of the swirling currents of Life, a friend
told me one evening after a session of Sacred Dance that I had hosted that
Yakzan was dead. Smiling, I thanked the person for the information,
then turned to leave. But my turning became a spiraling down and
I collapsed upon the dance floor in undulating sobs, which seemed never
to wish to cease.
Yes, I wept on and off for days.
I will never again take it for granted that, one more time, dear
heart, I will have the opportunity to dance with you.
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