Dancing In The Muck
Adagio: Fiddler crabs play a delightful melody,
notes float in from the ocean.
Waves provide percussion and gulls do chorus.
I park my mind along with other cautious thoughts at a clean bench.
The salty breeze carries the music, I sway in leisurely tempo.
Squishing mud between my toes,
bare feet feel gritty upon the dance floor.
Wind blows my skirt into graceful swirls; scarf floats away.
Hair breaks free, the wind whips it in double time.
A bene placito: My heart leads, it understands expansive music.
To dance the music of duality,
legs twirl in ballerina pivots until I’m too lightheaded.
Improvising, a fancy dance to an eight-bar step works,
but it takes many tries.
Agitato: My lower ego controls its dance with agitated music.
In a mud bath with all my emotions, issues present themselves.
Out in the open, they are exposed for what they are.
Simply lessons that a spirit version of myself
has created to experience earth life.
Fortissimo: Tempo and accent creates a murky
dance of competing mind, body and emotions.
Muck captures my feet, my ankles; I am stuck.
Explosive music splatters mud everywhere,
my blouse, my hair and face are covered.
Crescendo: I fall.
Da Capo: Pulling with all my might to get out of the muck,
I use the same strategy several times in a row.
It is not working, nothing is moving.
Surrendering, I shift to new perspectives.
There is more than one way to dance a sheet of music.
Ready to learn something new, the music surprises me.
Amore: A smile of gratitude brings balance.
My arms naturally flow in airy, virtuoso style to unique notes.
I dance for clarity. I dance for awareness. I dance for experience.
Still, it gets so very dirty when dancing in the muck.
Sucking sounds gurgle as my feet pull towards the water.
Encore: Wading into the ocean, its healing waters cleanse me.
Renewed and refreshed, I laugh, that is, until the next dance.