By Floramae Teskey
All creatures have an innate ability
To move creatively in an open space.
To deny the human condition this liberating movement
Is to deny those qualities that make us beings
Capable of coordinated motion.
In the perfection of this passage the soul expands �
Enveloping the fragile flesh and bone
In a cushion of mortal abandon.
Music lighting hand to foot from a distinct
Deep rhythm from within.
It may include the steps of the ancestors
Or a passionate vent from the immense pain
That comes from building character.
Everyone has a unique dance.
There is no need to borrow from
Teachers, prophets, clergy �
Those who offer trendy gyrations
The opinion of the judges
Who see all and instinctively believe
To know right from wrong
Does not matter now.
Your dance is right!
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