My hands pulse and beat a friendly beat like music through speakers that moves my body.
Body dancing in this time and space moving freely and soft, slow and fast and a sudden stop!
A drum beat pause,
a pause to breathe, connect with breath, as hands open and make moves.
As trees stay tall and rooted in the earth beneath, seemingly still but not...so...still...at...all.
The tree breathes, vibrates a certain beat just like you and I,
sun and moon,
mother and father,
and a daughter that looks up to wonder, to ponder.
WHY do we get caught in this delusion that we are something short of perfect nothing short of perfect we are perfect and bodies move and grow they hide and show you to the truth you are.
You are eternal,
ever lasting truth that sits on the tongue,
the heart that beats.
Embrace this truth, eternal, you are.
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