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Last night in the hours I could not sleep

Submitted by Tango on Wed, 2006-11-08 07:18.

Last night in the hours I could not sleep,
I thought of dance.
Dance -- where, for me, the spiritual meets the sensual;
where I make myself wide open and fearless;
where I am willing and wanting to receive and to give
again and again.
Where I want to drape my body and soul all over the floor, on every wall.
Where I am home.
Is it any wonder why I love it? Why I love you? Why I love you all?

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John Says:
Wed, 2006-11-08 07:34

Your poem gave me some insight into the meaning of my own dance. Since I started this practice I've kept asking myself, what is it like to connect to the inner self through dancing? And I keep waiting for some gigantic emotional revelation. When you said that dancing is where you make yourself "wide open and fearless" I knew that that's what I do on the dance floor. I do it! Maybe there's more to experience in terms of an emotional connection, but I see that in the act of expressing myself through dance I achieve this state of being open and courageous and creative, free, loving, giving . . . yes, it's all there.
Thank you, Trudes; you're beautiful.

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