The rhythmCalling me inwardWhile mysteriouslyDrawing me outwardMovement mixingWith the soundOf her voiceSmooth and aliveWords spokenThe sound ofMy voiceAlive and awakeStrong and boldFlames flowingUp fromMother EarthGrounded and pureConfiscating my essenceBecoming fireFlames burningStanding upThe …
Dance
The Gambol
The air thick as an Alaskan morning from the incoming sea fog. They wandered blindly through it without worry or concern. Their bodies floating in unison. Their minds tranquil and captured in the moment. Their hearts pulsating as the new blood of risk poured through their hungry veins. They were …