Dancing Is In My Blood
Moving as prescribed, holding bodies correct,
is life denied and confined within limits.
Our souls course divine life and truth through our blood -
we all thirst for spirit’s flood to seek a burst.
Even the first primitive man’s blood did flow
spirit overran with the want to let go.
Our souls crave dance, our blood pulses with a need
to relax our stance, let intellect recede,
so a freedom trance may then freely proceed.
Expressing soul’s need to overcome body
so perception is denied complete control
and spirit may spree, is a blood driven goal.
Every culture ever here, since time began,
found rhythm to explore for it attracted man.
All souls desire a chance to feel an expanse,
a joyous freedom expressed well when we dance.
This is what soars in my blood and others, too,
and why I often dance in my living room.
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