Dance
is the fastest
most direct route
to the truth.
Not some big truth
that belongs to every body
but the get down and personal kind
the what’s-happening-in-me-right-now
kind of truth.
We Dance
to reclaim
our brilliant ability
to disappear
in something bigger
something safe
a space
without a critic
or a judge
or an analyst.
We Dance
to fall in love
with the spirit
in all things.
To wipe out memory
or transform it
into moves
that nobody else can make
because
they didn’t live it.
We Dance
to hook up
to the true genius
lurking behind
all the bullshit.
To seek refuge
in our originality
and our power.
To reinvent ourselves.
To shed the past
forget the future
and fall
into the moment.
Feet First.
Remember being fifteen
possessed by the Beat
by the thrill of music
pumping loud enough
to drown out everything
you’d ever known?
The Beat is a lover
that never disappoints
and
like all lovers
it demands 100% surrender.
It has the power
to seduce moves
we couldn’t dream.
It grabs us by the bell
turns us inside out
and leaves us
abruptly begging for more.
We love Beats
that move faster
than we can think.
Beats
that drive us
ever deeper inside
that rock our worlds
break down walls
and make us
Sweat Our Prayers.
Prayer is moving.
Prayer is offering
our Bones back to the Dance.
Prayer is letting go
of everything that impedes
our inner silence.
God is the Dance
and the Dance
is the way to Freedom
and Freedom
is our Holy Work.
We Dance
to Survive
and the Beat
offers a yellow brick road
to make it through
the chaos
that is the tempo
of our times.
We Dance
to shed skins
tear off Masks
crack molds
and
experience the breakdown
the shattering of borders
between body
heart
and mind
between genders
and generations
between nations
and nomads.
We are the transitional generation.
&
This is Our Dance.
Written by Gabrielle Roth
Art ~ UnKnown
