Primitive Self

As light as a feather, as nimble as each reed of grass that presses against the surface of my worn soiled feet. I embrace the dew that coat each blade as it swept some filth from my body. I dance in the darkness as if no one could see me, as if there were no lights that retracted off of the leaves of the trees. There is a beautiful shadow silhouette of each movement on the ground. I lengthen my legs with each extension, holding each pose for a moment before moving onto the next. An overwhelming primitive power overcomes me. I feel part of the earth that I walk on. The connection between me, the moon and the stars that reflect off of my body …the wet grass and dirt beneath me feel so pure and welcoming. I become the inner animal that lives within my intellectual self. I ponder it, I caress it, I squeeze it. I embrace it. I close my eyes and hold my primitive body close against itself. I am so connected to this power radiating inside of me. This spirit, this energy. So strong.