17/09/2025
The Body’s Secret Wisdom
Each cell is a compass pointing toward the Divine.
In this dance gathering, surrender your mind’s tight grip, let the music flow through your sacred vessel.
When the melody calls, do not ask “how shall I move?”
Ask instead, “how does Love wish to express itself
Through these limbs, this heart, this breath?”
Soft as morning mist or wild as desert storms —
Let your body be the poet, the music its verse.
This is not a performance for earthly eyes,
But a prayer written in motion,
A conversation between your soul
And the Beloved who dwells within.
There is no wrong step in Love’s geography,
Only the sweet stumbling toward Truth,
The gentle listening to what your being whispers:
“I hunger for this touch, I thirst for that aliveness.”
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Where your body becomes both teacher and student, where movement is meditation, and pleasure is the path back home to yourself.
In this dance, you do not find yourself —
You remember who you never stopped being.
