Lord Let Me Dance...

There will be a witness 

To the dance?

See then, 

Nothing can be allowed,

To

Limit the dance...

Prayer 

For freedom.

Answered

In the invitation, 

To Dance.

Liberation

May be dance's

Greatest gift.

A rhythmic slow

Brings the body,

Into an awakened state.

Sinews warm.

Pulse quickens.

What is it, 

This body, 

Can do?

What does it 

Want to do?

Am I willing 

to let it lead?

A dialogue

Is enacted.

A sacred intimacy

Is initiated.

Prolonged estrangement, 

Melts away.

Soaring now,

To unexplored heights.

Intuitive choreography,

Overrides a dominant mind,

Now stilled.

Rendering premeditated movement,

Unnecessary.

Fear of falling,

Is vanquished.

Transcend by, 

Ecstatic union. 

Time is lost.

A story is told.

While another 

Is released.

A stolen breath,

Is exchanged,

For a hardwood portal,

To 

The unknown galaxies.

While you watched

Did you know

What it was

You were seeing?

R. O'Neill (July 25, 2017)