Dance of the Secret Elf When you let yourself be seen in movement, body, wild and serene It opens space, it manifests Brings through essence, and it tests your commitment to yourself. “The light! It burns!” cries Secret Elf the one who ripples, glides and leaps, the dancer who is tired of sleep. She wants to wake, to stretch, to glow but shy, so shy! wants none to know her ways, her moves, dance in the dark but the music’s played in crowds! A lark who sings at dawn could play for her but human music has the power to lift her, pluck her strings, vibrate When the music’s played, she can’t hold state. Stillness equals death. She knows that in her movement, power grows And yet those eyes! They look and judge and from their stance, they will not budge til you yourself take them in hand Relax, release, reclaim your land. Post navigation Body Over MindMystery, Solved One Comment I so love this…… Reply Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.