All day and through the night
I bend my body to the music,
as I make my mind fall in love with the moment.
I notice the sensations within me,
and stop believing that we are done
with understanding ourselves.
When I dance,
I love to imagine that I’m there—
In that place where beauty is movement
And movement is beauty
And everything else stops
While I go and go and go.
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