The Dance Experience

My mirrored self reflects my imperfect technique, out of body, yet trapped in my

own gaze. I feel myself flexing and pushing all of muscles into the floor. I sense

the sweat glistening down my forehead as I drown myself in hard work. I listen to

the music, the beats, and the counts as they guide me into perfection. In letting go

of judgment, the dance begins, the pushing ends. I transfer my soul and emotions

into an inner dimension. I give off light. I allow my art to rise to the surface of me,

making less mind and more heart.

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