as if i was moving through space with my hands like
movement was my language
when i drift side to side by side and then look up and see
dedication within each purposeful step and i could bend my knees
make a welcoming gesture and look before me
out to the world
like the world hears my story and knows my mind
could point my toes
as if trying to grab something with my feet
could smooth and glide and step
the way i would move
transforms into brightness
and even a twirl of the wrist and i look down
i know how to fill in rhythm with something else
because the language is inherent
and grasping fingers stretch to the sky and i turn up my palms
waiting as if to catch
something
far off
in the distance
traveling
like stars the shimmer from far away
Reminds me the most important rule dance: just start moving.
It also reminds me of why I always admired dancer Isadora Duncan and martial artist Bruce Lee: both preached that one should find their body’s OWN rhythm.
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So true! Thank you for sharing!
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