Trusting Dancing Blindly

This moment is so fleeting
yet ever so true.
I must get it down
into manifested ground.

When connecting with the drum,
closing your eyes and feeling
your heart beating, leading
your body with flairs of light beams,
movement that’s free as the
doesn’t-think-but-just-is wind,
the dancer is the one
who tells stories to the masses –
how the moment contains all answers,
all moments to be laughed in.

Free yourself, feel the beat.
Let go and you can find
all that you’re looking for
in the light behind your eyes.
Dance who you are;
shake off your disguise –
that mask that boxes your body in –
your heart’s face awaits
to see the unobstructed sun rays
and express its love with embrace.