When
I cannot find the words
I dance 
barefoot: sensing the briefest touch of earth;
feeling the place, the space where information flows;
feeling the air of sky through deepened breaths
as I reach for my pie-in-the-sky dreams with
eyes closed,

and

feeling the warmth of sun 
that begs me to stay, basking
in unforgettable moments.

When
I dance
I am reminded
even with my gaping holes of imperfections
I can still cast a shadow, a hope.
In that hope
I find the roots of my being,
my movements require me to,
to locate my center
physically, mentally, consciously, subconsciously, spiritually

c e n t e r i n g

a memory of myself emerges
the me/s lost in the maze
of living as 
I remember, I am love,
and always will be—
rooted in dreams
remembered when my toes, the tips of my toes,
are the only part of me earthbound.

When
I dance,
the space between earth and me is expanded letting 
Mother’s energy propel me, light-footed and carefree,

to face life’s labyrinth.

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