Dance!

When you're broken open...

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”

― Rumi

I want to dance through life, wild, crazy and free.
Even when my heart breaks into a thousand little pieces 
My feet red with my own blood, I will dance! 

What else is there to do but live with abandon and intensity? 
Let it carry me where it wants, even in darkness, I can dance. 
Even when it seems there is no reason to breathe

I want to feel the rhythm pulse through my veins
I want to dance to the beat of my heart 
Slow and dreamy and sometimes untamed and feral. 

I want to dance with tears streaming down my face 
Even amid the ruins of an internal war
May my feet move to the music of souls

When my time comes to die, I will dance 
With joy and passion on the way to God
From the temporary body to the eternal spirit