Darkness wrapped around the room as I swayed my hands through the air, eloquently.
For even in the silence of my solitude, I consider myself my own audience.
To move, with intentional grace, fingers sensually pushing through space, reaching, feels as lovely as it looks.
Toward what, I do not know. The Divine decides.
I am told resting in the Divine is the most treasured, trusted place.
I have felt it. They say I have been given what I need. I have felt that too.
Tears fly from my cheek, as I swoop into another pose, expressing the peaceful tumult wrestling its way out.
Am I really cut out for this? whispers on an invisible wave.
Inside, I see my angel’s light upon me. Stay with me.
For I have these fleeting moments. The task feels burdensome, and yet I can do nothing else.
I must go. Where You lead. I no longer have a choice.