I dance so many different realities in the course of an hour
I dance heaviness
I dance shaking lose
I dance joy
Opening, opening, opening
To all these aspects rising and moving in me
I am all of these
And none of them
Friending them is a sweet thing to do
Me as mighty warrior
As wild lover
As raging rebel
As tender child
As crazy fool
As soaring eagle
As dancing soul
Blessings to all that is for this Life
I can dance it all
Today I entered into madness. But it came from the music. Such MAD music – it almost scared me. Perhaps because I had to surrender to it.
Madness when it arises naturally from within is simply nature expressing – wild nature expressing Wildness.
What when I am bombarded by mad music and I recoil in some fear, because I feel I am not ready for it?
But then I enter it, stumblingly, awkwardly, uncertainly.
And enter and enter and find that I move funny, strange, ugly. Not elegant, beautiful, graceful…?
But I keep entering and suddenly all the labels fall away.
And I am simply the Dance.
And the music simply is food to spur me on.
I love myself in the dance.
And I have moments when I love the Moment so much I have to gasp.
I love myself and I love the moments that I am moving in – in the dance.
Aaah! I say and Dance on.