The dance floor became my refuge again.

Filled with a star-studded cast of characters that are the NYC 5RHYTHMS dance tribe.

I look deeply into a friend’s eyes and she mouths the words “I love you” as our dances wash each other clean.

A tribe member I don’t know yet makes loves to my legs, caressing all of the lines of my muscles and flesh with his soft touch in stillness.

I can feel my teacher dancing nearby.

An old lover appears before to me dance in partnership, and we feel each other’s energy with reverence as we each dance our own dance.

I thrust my hips in childlike play with my beloved dharma brother.

I feel my own dance become new.

I feel my dance in my yoni, but for the first time I notice her hunger isn’t what’s taking taking the lead.

Spirit is.

I catch myself trying to control my movements with my mind, and then surrender to the questions:

Spirit? Body? How would you like to move in this moment? Where would you like to go?

And I listen.

I pull my gaze away from watching how everyone else is dancing and how I can connect, and I bring my focus inwards. I dance deep into myself, allowing Spirit to become my muse and feeling the beats and melody in my bones.

The rhythms tug at my body and crash over me like waves on the Hawaiian shoreline.

I flow. I pump. I bounce. I shake. I breathe.

I let go.

Music: Nothing Else Matters by Apocalyptical