Spinning in a room of bodies
By Petra Prensky
Movement, sweat, I sweat out of every pore. Why don’t I dance every single moment of my life? Achy shoulder, boulder that I have carried with me. Dance it off, dance, dance, dance. A smile on my face, my vertebras hurt, stuck energy, fear in my neck. I am here, I made it. What tremendous work to have arrived here in this space with these bodies. Open and close, open and close, am I shy, am I open? Do I dare to be ecstatic? What will that mean? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I am here to stay. This room is much bigger, it can hold all that is inside of me. Space, space, ecstasy, fully letting go of all the old patterns. ‘Who am I?’, doesn’t even matter anymore. I have become whirling energy, spinning in a room of bodies.
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