DANCING

Dancing makes me feel alive. I feel my feet on the ground, my hands on the sky, my eyes are close and I can travel through time. I can be an animal, an insect, a man, a woman and a child. I am not pretending. I become a new spirit. I can read the movements of my ancestors, I can feel the beat of the earth, the motion of the waves, the space between me and the air. Motionless I am dead.