Freedom of movement

Freedom of movement

Freedom of movement

It seems to be instinctive for people to dance,
allowing the music to dictate movement,
in the young, wild movements in perfect flow
young beautiful bodies in perfect symmetry,
allowing one to think of perfection divine.
Sweating bodies gleaming,
the mind set free, as oneness with the music is sought
allowing self consciousness to recede into simple tempo evolution.

Primitive, ballet, rock and roll, heavy rap,
it maters not for those in flight,
for a time free of life’s worries and constraint,
in the total freedom of the moment
the paradox of discipline in plain view.

More gentle rhythms for those further along life’s paths,
what is lacking in pounding movement made up by simple grace,
as older bodies heavier, move still as one, with the transcendental beat.
Faces serene, they to put their worries aside,
gliding upward their pleasure perhaps greater,
for passion is more hidden,
the fire burns deeper,
because of life’s lessons learned.

In simple listening it can be enough
for music to set the soul free,
the clumsy to, or the infirm, can also be set into flight,
to ride the waves of music’s charms,
one of God’s great gifts to man.

Music like poetry comes from the soul
so allow the melody to take root,
do not fear what others think
for they also are with you on the road.

Artists all we are made
dancers of the body or the soul,
the common ground on which we exists,
each unique with ones own name
written in stone by God’s own hand,
that one day will draw us ever deeper
into the eternal embrace.

The soul is made to dance, its many forms setting us free.