Spewing out the words to get to a place of
Wordlessness
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?
