Everything is sex, everything is prayer,
all controlled through spirit within each cell.
This is where dance brings us, that summit where
air’s existence swirls in clarity. Tell
me, when we dance, what you feel – your nucleus
of being focused so deep, so real, earth
seems another world far from touch. For us
lost in motion’s atmosphere where our birth
echoes, we discover what soul always
knows, what breathes within our blessed memory.
We leap, we twirl, we pause. Our bodies play
tricks with the universe as our sensory
and psychic reflex soars, evolves within
that place where freedom marries discipline.
Roger Armbrust
May 15, 2015
