Dance with My Old Hoop

Like some old lover
That came back for a visit
We lock instantly into a familiar dance

My body knows your every curve
Every wobble

My body has changed
I'm stronger

Sleeker

I'm more flexible.

You fit differently...

It's not just about your size anymore
Or how slowly you move
Or even about your shining silver light that fills the room

It's those curves I gave you.

I can feel them
With my eyes closed

Laughing.

Hoop Awakenings

Just the act
Of lifting the hoop
Sends new information
Coursing through my veins
This time I notice
A neural-renovation
Has taken place
Sometime in the night
A new passageway
That's opened
Unexplored, uncharted
I have to lean forward
Duck down
To get in

Once inside
The ceiling is higher
Than I could have imagined
And it's a gallery
Of possibilities.

Performing with PTSD~ a poem

It's time to dance
Pay no attention to those voices
Whispering bitter nasty nothingness
Reach into reserves
Keep it simple
There is wisdom in that
Breathe

Feeling wired in to every emotion in this room
Tight bud around my heart trembling, untwisting
I walk into your sight
And Love blooms like a moon flower
Opening under the star shine

Allow Joy to rise and shimmer on the surface
Allow Hope to spiral upward from the root

Directions, I am calling you
Spin this body born into ecstasy
Sustain every cell awake to this moment

There is no separation
Sonic waves of rhythms dance toward the audience
Their inquiries and wonder
Dance back to me
This bio-rhythmic language is what we are speaking with
Doubts become blurred
And disintegrate into dust under my dancing feet

That inner-star-child is in the room
That ancient being
Is showering down essence in the form of light

That impulse mushrooms
Into Love Creation