There is a divine soul deep, deep, deep iniside my core. She is sprouting. Through practice, she is growing stronger and learning to show and spread herself to other parts of my body at their request. She is stable though. She is grounded. She holds herself and listens to herself. She is wise. She asks questions. She is where the warmth of love lives. She is where the whole of gratitude lives. She is my truth. She is what I'm learning to embrace.
I dance. A spontaneous current of passion It sometimes happens in my dreams There’s this haze and everything is fluid It’s my gentle waterfall and I’m indifferent, but have a smile on my face and bodies disappear and appear and bodies mean nothing they are just things that bounce and mend and mist away It’s often sunny where I am where I am dancing and my skin is fresh and clear and flushed and without shadows In my dream I am neither awake nor asleep I don’t even know if I am alive I just am and my feet sometimes take flight, but often my heels just bounce slightly off the ground That little space between me and the floor, almost slowmotion, is a mystified separation of me and material I return to harmony
I dance. A jiggy wig wig ooo blee doo blee doo blee dah and a bebop bubble butt squiggle of the hip and slight thrust of my chest until