Shift

My legs sway underneath me as if I were a small dinghy lazily dipping ever so slightly from side to side as the tide rolls gently through.
Or maybe they were swaying to the deep, meaningful beat coming from my soul forcing me to move beyond where I was at that moment.
A rhythm pulling on the deepest, most honest me for that moment and all time.
Dazzling in its elaborate simplicity lay before me the next floor up in this spiritual skyscraper. On a plane I've only abstractly imagined was real in a world I was longing to feel.
The secret is in the middle.
Swirling eddies of passion are born from tranquil places suddenly awoken from a nap. Stirrings of possibilities. With no thought. No reservations.
The fire is discovering new twists and turns throughout, igniting tender that has always been there but ignored. I am warmed, humbled and empowered like I've never known. Sensing a rhythm to my being that I've never truly felt or tasted. Something so deep I'm held to that rhythm now. Even as I lie here, trying to be still, my feet glide back and forth in a slow, luxurious dance while my legs sing songs of power with the grace and softness of falling snow.