dancing in wordlessness


Spewing out the words to get to a place of


The darkness, the beauty, the self

Time for the self, to be in the self

To feel the body, my body,

To move from the inside without words

Without thinking

Without judgement

Listening to the blood, the heartbeat

The sweetness of my soul

The energy as it shifts from hands to feet to hips to shoulders

What wants to move?

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