In the echoless sacred dance floor...
In the spaciousness of openness...
With NO WHERE TO RUN and NO WHERE TO HIDE
Invited to be witnessed...
Seen and heard...
Nothing to achieve, to confess, and nothing to prove.
Moving spontaneously or restlessly immobile, or somewhere in between.
There we meet-- space and a me?
Darkness and Light?
Meet as we are on the dance floor of life.
The kinesthetic connection that is ever present.
My dance is an expression of what has been and where I am.
Sometimes my dance is a series of movements in the direction of where I see myself headed.
What is certain is that she exists.
She stretches me, she is my body.
She is alive.
I move in place or across the dance floor, being stretched by Her.
Life she gestures me to move...
If I resist, she feels it and aches. If I flow with Her, she is a master of divine lessons. She graces me with loving experiences that are forever mine.
She is alive in every move and in every breath.
She feels me. She has my back. I shed tears of tenderness for all the less than gentle moves or choices.... She is unconditionally there.
Moving, stretching, unwinding the spaces within that hold stories, memories and dreams.
In each move, there is so much expressed.
She expresses her prayers....
Silent prayers moved through her.
Felt, heard and seen?
She is seen as she prays.
She is felt in touchless moves.
She is heard in wordless moves.
Beauty in feeling with or without touch.
Beauty in hearing without lips moving.
True beauty in connecting.
By hearing, seeing and feeling through the heart, there is connection.
No value to prove.
Just being witnessed by Her.
Others witnessing me.
Being witnessed, oh so vulnerable.
Vulnerable, in my humanness.
So alike and yet so unique.
Intimate dance of getting to know oneself through fellow dancers.
Connecting to the deepest unheard, unseen and unfelt spaces within.
A kinesthetic connection that is always available if I can imagine moving, she will not only meet me but caress me.
Connection by being seen in our own eyes, the eyes of others and being heard by our ears and those of others.
Do you see and hear by feeling with the most precious and brave part of us, our hearts?