Inspired by Bruce Thomas
Weaving dreams by the street,
I met a dancing man
Who sat down from threading his kinetic tapestry
To hand wise words to me:
Dance to the music of your breath
Without music, yet attuned to the innate percussion
Of your God-gifted atrium drum.
Let pulsing lungs, heartbeat, and feet make junction!
Swing back your neck, swing forth your hips!
Syncopate the inhalations, exhale with accentuations.
Strike the wind raw with dancing fingers and palms.
Induce your calms by way of pacing tempo calls.
Improvise and close your searching eyes,
To the unbroken music of your breath
Without music at risk of a systems’ check,
Because the system has frozen into a cultural stoicism.
Critical society in need of a thinking rewiring
Radio-statically stereotyping, but the rhythm is lost to them
Because these wavelengths divert from insecurities short-circuiting.
Relearn the practice of boundlessness opening free your cells.
Synergize your mind to the cosmic consciousness hurtling
Through space and time, and the spirit will transcend the body itself.
Rhyme the pulsing lungs with heartbeat and feet to make junction!
And amorphously fuse spirit to the moves you’ve newly attuned
To the music of your breath, without music yet in step with inmost expression
Oblivious to the rest who enslave themselves to repression’s manumission.
Dance, swing, move, and groove as if a dancing man on a mission
Following the leadings and teachings of boundlessness
To be expertly, a dancing man, to be a dancing woman!
Let breath, let joyful life show you where next to step – AMEN!
Thank God for the gifted drum – the knowing soul’s vibratory hum!
Dance with him and become one, dance for him,