The Dance Floor
- Jen Kissam
- Jul 11, 2021
- 1 min read
The dance floor
Is where my dreams come to life
Forget about the strife
Sing. Move. Pray.
Chase my cares away
Shaking off the anticipation
I step into the unknown
Grounded. Balanced. Open
Breathing through my skin
Listening with my pores
Seeing through my Ajna
Solar plexus guiding my moves
There is no hurry. No hustle.
No worry. No fear.
My work is fluid. Flowing.
Whispering, let go. Play.
Feel the air on my skin
I disappear into the void
Light. Free. Only me.
My thoughts melt into tears.
Sweat falling like rain.
Wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Releve. Elevate the slate.
Sparks of sensation sizzle through space
Impulses of light shatter all around me
Vibration. Sound. A symphony of the cells
Through the soles of my feet
Rooting me deeper into the Earth
One contraction leads to another.
Waves of breath. Melody. Soaring the riff.
As I touch that which has been just out of reach
I grasp my edge on the verge of losing control
Lightning strikes. A surge of enlightenment.
Lighting my crown on fire
Exiting my fingertips
Spinning round and round
Turn up the volume
Let it rain down
I steady as I exhale into surrender
And I feel myself in my body again
Swaddled by the spiraling energy
Swirling all around me
I am comforted by the rhythm
my heart beating in my chest
I shift into neutral
And catch my breath
Buzzing with sensation
Words leave me
Replaced with a language
I know all too well. Exhale...

I’ve been here for eons before
In this ener-genetic landscape
In Stillness, I empty out
Filled with a contentment
That needs no explanation
nor sound at all
I am complete.



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