My Thoughts on Dance Mediation - Kryss
June 2005
Sinking into my body, I fall away from my mind. Cool air glides over my toes and teases my face, rushing into my nose with each inspiration and warming slowly as it journeys down my throat and into my lungs. Good breath. Powerful breath.
My strong belly expands, pressing against a floor that resists and the air instead fills my lower back, stretching the lumbar muscles and skin. Grandma’s rocking chair and a lazy Southern porch swing, my sacrum rocks from side to side. Switching legs, floating from left to right and back again.
My spine long and straight, an Ashen spear, strong but giving. My head, the spearhead, suspended at its end. One leg emerges, foot melting onto floor, toes oozing outward. I suspend forward and my knee grazes the ground, almost touching, merely teasing.
Sinking back, my weight shifts and glides through my pelvis and over my feet, toes curl under and disappear below shapely thigh and hip.
My weight glides again and the other foot appears, emerging into the warmth of sun and the play of wind.
I lay on the floor with my stomach stretched open against the blanket. My spine lengthens and stretches, pulls open my ribcage and spreads my solar plexus wide into the grounding earth. Legs and shoulders reach skyward away from my core and I am soaring on a field of green or beach of black sand, warm and supported at the center of my world. Freedom to think.
My shoulders release and slide smoothly, coolly down my back and inward toward my spine. Uninhibited by the bonds of tension, I feel my arms falling away, into the ground like the roots of a banyan tree descending from the branches above.
My spine is long and straight, electrical messages speeding through optic fibers. Clear strong messages find my fingers and toes. Full and heavy, suspended at the base of my spine, swing my hips, twisting, circling, and churning. She is a cradle, my link to universal sisterhood.
Weight shifts and rolls through my hips and over my legs into my feet and still hovering above it all is my head. My neck is soft, long and lithe; gently supporting my skull and brain. Chin powerful and soft held up normal and easy. Not held in defiance or arrogance nor lowered in submission, prayer or thought. There’s no friction in my jaw or between my spine and cranium. They just float below muscle and I am free to think and feel and be.
Breath fills the movement with life, turns to energy and flows through my body and back out into air and another breath, mine or someone else’s, yours?
Air rides over skin and tiny hairs, thin and soft, bend like wheat to caress skin. Skin slides over meat and bone. Muscle undulates under skin, rolls over muscles, curls over and under, separating, opening, tumbling deep and massaging tendons and ligament, stretched taut to join muscle to bone and bone to bone. Less soft and less giving than muscles they’re plucking deep below the surface waters.
Sensation, the outside coming in and expelled out.
Sensation, outside meets environment…textures and elements.
Sensation, energy flows.
Sensation, inside moves with inside, layers goes deeper and deeper.
December 2006
Navel rising up, abdominal cavity hollowed as a dome for some futuristic biosphere protecting the darkened city below. A cave carved into my body by an ancient ocean now a simply stream of deep blue.
My body, smooth and curving as the walls of a canyon. I peel myself away from the supporting earth, fighting gravity to disconnect from the solid foundation below my flesh and bones.
I fold back upon my heels, my hips closing like the mouth of a venus flytrap only slower. The hinges of my hips and knees slide tightly closed, flesh folding in upon itself.
I lie at the edge of the universe, draped along the shelf before the great void of space some treasured pet feline lolling on a tree limb dreaming itself a great lioness bloated from the flesh of a less fortunate link of the food chain languidly lying about in the desert sun.
I move in silence, dancing along the of sleep, a lazy lover twirling a toe in water sof divinity. I have danced in the hands of the Beloved. How can this profane and physical world compare?
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