Dance baby, Dance!

The last few days I have felt a change.

It feels good, but I dare not hope;

almost afraid for this ‘dope’;

to wear off.

I’ve had enough;

of spending my time sitting on top of my bed and whine;

how uncool and not fine;

these physical ascension symptoms of mine;

are.

Even though the symptoms have not fully disappeared;

slowly it feels like my body is getting clear.

***

I am not allowed to run; twice before, when I stepped out of bed;

with in my head;

the plan to go for a run;

my body, out of the blue, gave me this strange pain;

right above my left knee.

Preventing me;

from going for a run.

So I was looking for some other physical fun.

Yoga!

That’s what I did this morning.

Thanks to YouTube and its video’s;

slowly I got back into my old-yoga-mode.

Then I got frustrated;

back came this feeling of why in the end I hated;

yoga.

Ever since I came to Canada;

I’ve been a yoga-addict.

Then something ‘clicked’;

after that I have not been able to get back into it.

***

Today I found out why;

yoga is not my;

cup a tea.

It’s just not for me.

***

I miss dancing.

When I dance; preferably in really loose or flexibel tight short pants;

I feel free.

Yoga does not do this to me.

It feels constricted.

This morning before yoga I felt absolutely fine.

After;

I wanted to whine.

During yoga this feeling of frustration came over me.

Now I know it has to do with spontaneity!

Moving for me;

in order to feel absolutely free;

needs to be;

in a free-way; without somebody to say;

do this, this or that;

or else you will not get the effect what you want to expect.

I don’t do well;

under a ‘confined’ spell.

***

When I was a little kid; I did ballet; didn’t make me say hooray.

The only thing I liked; was the little tutu in pink;

years later without a blink;

I got back to ‘dance’; jazz-ballet.

The opposite of ole.

Too restricted; plus I don’t do so well, when the teachers yell:

“right arm up, left leg bend, move to y’all blend;

like one.”

To me it just didn’t feel like fun.

There was something missing in ballet, jazz-ballet and yoga.

It’s the ‘thing’ that really sets me free;

spontaneity!

When I dance, all by myself;

I am one with my beautiful inner elf.

No one to tell me what to do;

not you, you, you. 

I have no clue;

what I do.

But; I have fun!

It feels like joy, to me the real mcCoy. 

***

My body is not flexibel. 

You can tell;

when I’m under this ballet and yoga spell. 

Miraculously;

when dancing all spontaneously;

of my bodies inflexibility;

is less to see.

Actually, it naturally and miraculously;

enhances my flexibility.

***

When you do something you love;

you be-come free like a dove.

After one of my last dancing sessions;

now a while ago; I was so utterly in the flow;

for the first time in my life;

I saw my own aura.

It was a beautiful white light.

***

This morning I got lucky and received a little extra dolla’.

Now, I will go;

extend the flow;

I have been in all day.

Off to the gym.

Not to swim, run or bike.

I’m gonna dance.

No more yoga -stance.

Gonna put me silver-dancin’ shoes on me hooves;

click them a few times;

lettn’ ya all know the end is very near of all these rhymes..