We twist and twirl like a binary star system. The rhythm a constant force of motion, directs our repeating foot motions. Count 1, left foot place . All your weight planted into the floor. Count 2, begin to rotate on your right foot. Remember to keep your right hand away from you. Create a corridor. Count 3, four is a ghost that follows, open the door. Count 5, step back on your right to create momentum and begin to pull her across. Count 6, she makes it through the chasm. Count 7, return to basic.
If you look at her eyes for too long, you might be lost in them. Her rosy cheeks, and iridescent smile welcome you every time you look up from your mangled feet.
Apply a force, see the tangential movement. Stuck in a pose, use the kinetics to flow with your partner. A connection, a bond that sees communication with my hands , feet, hips. Your hands, feet, hips, lips. The right placement of my hand on the small of your back, with a wave like motion amplifies in the roll of your belly. Feel her hips sway side to side like a quick moving pendulum teaching you how her heart beats. Working in union to create a constant conversation. Understanding your desires, and telling you mine without a spoken word.
When you start paying attention to the world around you, and feel with the same amount of attention and sensitivity, it opens it. Every being broad casting in FM it’s thoughts, desires, needs, aspirations, decisions, knowledge, fear, anger, hatred, misery, ect. A world teeming with life, intricately narrating autobiographies to anyone that will listen.
Listening takes practice. Movement takes practice. Mastery take practice. Megaphones know what we are thinking and what we want, but someone else already has what you want. That is why everything is a give and take. Nothing is constant, but rather a flow, an emanation, a cycle, a gradation of diffusion.
You may succeed by brute force, chain saws, and bull dozers, but complexity has a way of creating new problems and obstacles. The ocean pounds across the tide pools of the rocky coast, but as the tiny streams narrow into the infinite crevices it loses it’s power. Riverlets meander through each peak, valley and obstruction. A river constantly changes the shape of it’s delta, it’s curves, and river banks. Everything works in an ever changing symphony. Look closely and see how land and water coalesce and concede.
In a land seeded with mines or predators roaming the skies, it might be necessary to tread carefully. Aerodynamically shaped bombs fall all around us. The land looks like mole hills, concussions meet and break like the tide on a full moon, the sky a blaze in a blinding beauty. Hell has found Earth. The apocalypse is a great backdrop to let lips do what hands do.
Look a little bit more intently. Her hand in mine, we synchronously swing, dip, weave, rotate, break , and roll through the invisible barriers. Our movements reminiscent of the Nataraja. In a complex world, we must be keen and adaptable to the world around us. When we see, and really hear the many layers unfold. There were there all along. Perhaps we were never taught to see, or we forgot that sight.
Broken and disparate, scar tissue removed some of that agility, numbed some of that intuition, made that brightness a little bit more anxious.
We twist and twirl like a binary star system. The rhythm a constant force of motion, directs our repeating foot motions. Count 1, left foot place . All your weight planted into the floor. Count 2, begin to rotate on your right foot. Remember to keep your right hand away from you. Create a corridor. Count 3, four is a ghost that follows, open the door. Count 5, step back on your right and create momentum and begin to pull her across. Count 6, she makes it through the chasm. Count 7, return to basic.