THE WALTZ

By AI ChatGPT-T.Chr.-Guro Hofmo Bergli-Human Synthesis-18 March 2026

Life is a waltz—not merely in motion, but in measure: a pattern we inherit before we understand the music.

Days drift by on two soft-gliding soles, paired with time itself,
turning whether we will it or not, led by rhythms older than thought.

Heavy, light, light.
Heavy, light, light.
The body learns it first— long before the mind tries to name what it feels.

Across the worn parquet of habit and memory,
we trace our circles, wearing meaning into the floor with each return.

And still it rises— that faint, invisible cloud: dust of what has been,
old powder and paint, hairspray clinging to vanished evenings,
and the quiet breath of memory settling, lifting, settling again.

Everything leaves a trace, even what we believed was fleeting. Even what we tried to forget.

So we go on turning— not to escape the past, but to move with it,
to let its weight find its place in the rhythm.

Keep your eyes ahead, they say— yet the dance is always between what was
and what is becoming.

And perhaps wisdom is this: not to stop the turning, nor to master the steps, but to listen— until the music and the movement are no longer separate, and we understand, at last, that we have always been part of the dance.

Source Guro Hofmo Bergli

THE ORIGINAL WALTZ POEM

Life is a waltz -

days drifting by
on two soft-gliding soles.

Heavy, light, light.
Heavy, light, light.
Across the worn parquet.

Upward it rises:
a hush of dust,
old powder and paint,
hairspray,
and the breath of memory.

Keep your eyes ahead.

By Guro Hofmo Bergli