Place of Freedom

Breathe rushes clean and crisp through my lungs and blood courses through my veins. My limbs feel warm and supple, with active muscles standing at attention for the next commands.  My eyes are wide and alert, scanning the space ahead and catching a glimpse of a graceful line from fingertip to toe in the mirror along the wall. Through my eyes, like mirrors into the soul, you could probably catch a glimpse of my mind, gears and wheels spinning with adrenaline and a passionate river of thought flowing towards my next movements. I am a dancer and this is where I feel the most freedom, in the studio with an open, clear, flat expanse of marley stretched out before me, just waiting for me to move across it and create art, like ripples on a still lake. I am like the droplet of dew falling from an overhanging bough on the glassy, unbroken surface.  I cause ripples of expression with my presence. A tall mirror panels one entire wall reflecting a clone of this space, like a window into another dimension, and makes the room appear twice as large. When I move I stretch in a way that not only frees my muscles and exudes energy, but liberates my spirit as well.  The worries of this mortal world fall away like the ashes from the reborn wings of the Phoenix. There is just me and this fantastic art.  Endless possibility to shape myself, carve out the beautiful images I see in my mind in movement, and master the art. This art demands so much passion and energy, which I pour into it until I am drained, soaked with sweat, and limp with fatigue, but even as my mortal energy leaves me, my mind is filling with a wonderful elixir of inspiration.

...to be continued...