I am fed up with hyperactive
minds and pretentious faces,
hands unconsciously waving
and eyes in the clouds,
feet uncomfortable on Earth,
crossed and unstable,
skin starving touch,
covered by another skin
which is not really ours …
While the tongue relentlessly
goes on: Blah, blah, blah …

We all are — covered —
by another skin, which is not
our own! We’d never put it on
could we choose.
So covered we are!
Covered with music
that is not our own,
enchanting us and
luring us away from
the naked truth, into
overdressed constructs,
deadening ideals and norms.

I am fed up with norms,
normatives, and normalities!
Norming a dance is killing
a dance, killing the dancers’
souls and their nakedness.
Dancing bodies need nakedness.
Humans can dance to the music
that springs from within
and strip the “meaning” of
the dance and the dancer
of the stiffening presumptions.

They usually choose
to do exactly the opposite.

Ecology and hygiene are one
and the same: getting rid
of harmful and unnecessary
to protect and enhance that,
which matters: life. When you sell
your soul you squander a life.
What is a human without a life?
What is life, anyway? Life is
conscious meeting of bodies
in a dance; life is an allowance
to be nameless and frameless,
to dance and be danced,
to follow Nature’s melody
reverberating, so you
can be Her self-realization
through the act of your dancing.

Through the act of our Dancing
we are!