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Jul 2010
It came so unexpected
the call of music low
'for I knew I was affected
I started soft and slow

It moved within my chest
as though another heartbeat
a command behind my breast
brought me rising from the seat

and sent my body swaying
to the plucky, steady tone
of mambo music playing
resounding through my bone

my foot stepped sideways
the movement flowing through
forsaking the ballets
of angels that I knew

And in that moment when
the world was mine alone
I found myself again--
the sacred truth unknown
I've been dancing a whole lot lately, particularly latin dancing. It's the one thing that makes me forget WHERE I am and makes me remember WHO I am... truly, dancing is a spiritual experience for me. I hope it is the same for many others.
Written by
Chenoa
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