Stretched all out,
Expanding her horizons.
Chin Up, mind blank, body in conversation.
Toes to the ground.
Heart beats to song beats,
from side to side they all became one.
Free flow , something so smooth,
So divine and liberating.
It all makes sense in just a beat.
A sculpture crafted in a tone.
she poured her soul out to the floor,
allowed her feet to collect every ounce of its motion.
Every fibre of her being openly in harmony.
Its a captivation felt by the heart,
known so perfectly by her veins.
The only way she could be completely herself,
Untamed and unlimited to herself and the ground she stood.
The present moment so real,
all dreams ran untied.
Real and raw through the beat of music.
Dance Is home,
Dance is me,
Dance is love,
Dance is the truth,
Dance is hope,
reconstructing my life in a beat.
Dance is beautiful,
Dance is precious,
Dance is enlightening,
Dance is freedom,
Flood of happiness,
Unbound giggles of bursting joy,
Dance is faith,
Trusting completely in all its glory.
Dance is discovery,
mysterious and adventurous in motions.
Silent words in body volume.
Language of the universe,
Laws created as beats flow.
Nothing certain yet all in perfection.
Dance is union in one verse.
Her and dance.