DANCING
I'm not thinking,
I'm dancing.
The body knows how to dance
before the mind can form a thought.
Dancing is:
my body's dream.
It erupts like a spring on a barren plain.
God disguised?
When my mind fills my head
it always wants to name the dance,
name the step,
direct from backstage,
sell tickets to its IQ.
My foot just taps a beat.
Dance
comes from the whole cloth of my karma,
not words.
My body remembers my sins,
my joys,
it spins and fancy dances
into the past,
predicts the future.
Pull the plug on my mind
still my foot will go en pointe
when music seduces me.
Quiet down, grey cells,
watch that leap of faith take hold!
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12 comments:
I just left you an award over at my place! You're a beautiful blogger in my book!
Hugs,
CatLadyLarew
http://howtobecomeacatladywithoutthecats.blogspot.com
Hi CatLadyLarew-
Thank you so much..very nice surprise..will try to live up to it!!
Beautifully said: A reminder to dance, dance to music inside and out.I haven't danced in the living room in months...we should all take a turn around the couch!
Hi Mary Ann-
Thank you...Dance to the rescue!!
'sell tickets to its IQ.'
Could I have two, please? If the show is anything like the poem, Im reserving my two front seats immediately. :-)
Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
Greetings to a Cuban-
What a fun thing to say..2 seats on the aisle await you! Thanks...
Thank you for paying me a visit, Lyn - please do call again. Nice to meet you.
Hi Weaver-
It's always a pleasure to meet and greet! Thank you...
dance, dance, dance - it frees the soul xxo
Hi Jeane-
It does my heart good to see your name again!! In fact, I'm dancing now!!
Beautiful poem. I feel like dancing now :)
Hi schererart-
Thank you...dancing is a blessing!
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