The Reset Boogie
And so it begins . . . . the future.
Clasping hands, moving to an inner voice,
dance is the only friend I know.
Solar flares communicate an expansive waltz.
When I push, nothing pushes back. It is strange to be feeling bored.
Reset: Detached from back bending limbo and
leaps that press against gravity,
my inner male-female gracefully merge into a slow dance.
Pause. My mind taps nervous fingers.
Reset: Country western music plays.
Hands on hips, right foot, left foot stepping-out,
co-creating relationships, freedom and adventures.
Why do I feel so uneasy?
Reset: Music fades. Spotlight stills and dancers stand frozen.
Lack of self-compassion and not feeling safe causes fatigue.
My body cries even in sleep. Completely frustrated, I sit it out.
Reset: Photonic belts explode me forward.
Tapping a frenzy tempo of clicking toes and
clogging heels produces rapid beats.
Shamanic drumming calls me.
I long for home.
Reset: A fun dance of jazz originality perks my interest.
Bold, dramatic improves sweep my feet away.
Lack of connection makes isolated movements.
At times I am so lonely, where are you?
Reset: Soft hula of mellow movements.
Hips swaying right, left while arms lift filters.
Triggers move towards consciousness.
I question the status quo but why am I so unsure?
Reset: Zumba trips me up.
Is there judgment? Issues seem to be clustered together.
Shaking causes contracting and releasing, people change their tune.
It makes for an interesting pace.
