Wrote this after my dance class today....

They come together – each experiencing life in their own way,
Their own struggles and weaknesses they walk with each day.
Yet the blazing fire of love each one carrying in their heart,
Cries of “Open me up so that I can feel the dance in me again”, echoing from each part.

Different doors to their own being shut closed by each one.
For one it’s the pain in their body, concentration for another,
“I’m too old” for one, “I don’t have what it takes” for the other.
How to flow with these blocks constantly coming in the way,
“Just do it, keep at it,” she says, “Come what may.”

With passion burning deep within, each one keeps their garbage for this time aside,
It is only in this emptiness that into the zone of dance we glide.
As the twisting and turning begins, stuck in my own rigidity I feel,
Yet to work until my mind and body abides with myself I make a deal.

Emotions get a doorway through body and through sound,
As feeling gets an outlet, everything gets a new meaning around.
A turn is filled with passionate anguish,
A fall with crying pain,
A spin with the firm delicacy of a rolling top,
Walking with the steadiness of the falling rain.

Hour after hour, three hours go by,
The heart at peace, the body ready to cry.
I sit down for a moment, remembering when my journey into dance began,
So much within has transformed, words cannot describe it actually nothing can.
So many blocks I still carry, those fears still very much of me a part,
Yet dance gives me life, takes me closer and closer to my own being, it’s a passage to my heart.