When she Dances

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When she dances
she shakes off her worldly disguise,
leaves her shoes, worries and date book behind,
slinks into velvet and spice and lets her skin contain her gently,
like a glove around her soul.

When she dances
she shuts down the outside,
opens up the inside
and clears away the static
so the dances simply come.

When she dances, sometimes the past melts away.
All that matters is this moment that seems to span all time.
Every step becomes a net, in which she captures her life,
shines it up so others can see, then lets it go like a dream.
When she doesn't dance,
and the days go by without celebration,
a crust forms.
she grows an edge and is impatient with others and herself.
But when she dances once again, she comes back to the temple.
The pressure drops to normal and she smiles.

Something else happens when she dances.
The stiffness in the morning dissipates in a steam.
The in elegance of gravity and age fade away like magic.

When you look closely, you can not tell
if she is young, or old or even middle-aged.
She is no particular age at all,
but the perpetual maiden, in a mother's body,
with a wise woman's soul
she will let you see into.... when she dances.

Adapted from a Woman's Book of Power by Karen Andes