Move Your Body

Move your body, dear woman.
Move slowly, gently as you awaken her senses.
Breathe in the fragrance of curiosity.
What does Life want you to accept?

Breathe again, allowing the subtle notes
of spring to tickle your nostrils.

And sway.
Feel the dance of the tress, the grass,
as the wind guides time toward the unknown.
Close your eyes in surrender.
You do not need to be a witness,
merely an instrument of forgetting.

Sway and circle.
Small tendrils of ecstasy 
spiraling from the nape of your neck.
Around, slowly, with willing release.
There is nothing to hold here.
No need for posture or tight jaws 
or intention.

Lean into the curves of your womanness
with large sensuous waves.
Those hands - oh, the life they have touched! 
Let them travel softly onto thighs, hips,
hugging your belly with 
compassion and forgiveness.

Soften, dear beauty.
Soften into your truth,
your vulnerability,
your power.

Move your body with surrendered sweetness,
opening and closing, lifting and lowering,
swaying into whatever form
beckons you next.

This is your body, your power,
longing to emerge from 
your sacred core.
The witness is within, eyes inward,
as the world evaporates into
only air and music and vibration.

Move your body, dear soul,
and allow your story to be
​experienced by the universe.

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