Today I spent almost six hours straight in a dance to Let-Go.
I danced Chaos.
The space where the feminine and the masculine collide
to Dis-Organize.
Or Re-Organize.
Chaos.
Where the Divine flow meets action.
Where circles meet angles.
Where the feet and hips force the head to release.
Chaos: Where I move faster than I can think.

Where I stop doing the Dance,
And start Being the Dance.
Where I allow the dance to move me.

Where im still left with my dreams,
but there is no more clear means to an end.

Every piece of me shattered,
Not in or out,
But Through.
Letting go of that which does not serve me.