I crack thunder just below my throat.
when I raise my arms, hell struggles for breath.
the oceans rise and fall according to the gentle curve of my waist.
the moon dips beneath my knees.
I spin the galaxy into a deadly embrace, and the hurricanes set the mood.
there is no greater strength than one of a dancer.
she can bend heaven and earth to her will, she dances on feet lighter than angels' lips but her footprints sink below the lilies and into the flames.
she dances for the earth and the sky, she dances for herself. she is the earth. she is fully, wholly, in tune with every breath and opening of life.
when I dance, I lose myself in the music, and I spin and spin till I feel as if I am just a part of gravity, another clocking mystery of the universe, wound so tight I could never unravel.
when I dance, my soul is so full that I am almost blind with seeing things I could never see before. I dance for no one but me. almost as if I am alone on stage, the grass below me, the sky above me, and cold creek water rushing just over my heartstrings.
when I dance, the trees dip their heads towards me and whistle their loneliest tune. when I dance, the clouds give applause so thunderous that they swirl into a storm. when I dance, I hold the key of every star between my forefinger and the rhythm, when I dance, even that boy with a smile like lightning can't keep up, when I dance,
he
calls
me
powerful.
I am breathtaking. I am aligned with every living being. I strip my soul of every inch of clothing and even still, I am not vulnerable. I am invincible. I am wondrous.
because I dance.
