“Spring” graphite pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

“Move, dance, let your body write its own poem.”

Dance…Poetry In Motion
A body in motion,
A river flowing…
Connected, never far apart.
A figure swaying to her inner rhythm,
A trickling stream rushing toward the open sea,
Silence gives way to a single note,
The body awakens; the hint of a dance
The chord has been struck, there is no turning back,
Hear the music, breathe in the melody,
Linger there, let it guide you freely,
Can you feel it?
Take the first step, never regret it…
A promise never failed…live your dream,
Become it!

“The dancer’s body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.”  Isadora Duncan

I can hardly put into words what I feel when I dance; when I let the rhythm of the music seep inside and permeate my soul.  It’s almost as if I am transported to another realm.  I hope that you will try it…move, dance, let your body write its own poem…what you experience can be nothing less than beautiful!

Peace,
Felecia

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