Step

Step

Step. Step again.
The music will carry me if I let it.
That's where the hesitation lies,
in the "if".
The mind tick tocks with doubt and fear
Will I remember ?
The steps
The grace
The feel of the rhythm in my bones?

"Dance is the expression of our deepest experience."
Echoes.

​What if I dance the doubt, the fear, the not-knowing?
Isn't this the dance waiting to be danced?

Step. Step again.