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The Dance of Sapiens


 

Why don't people dance on the streets more often

Where I come from our hips sway inherently

Rhythmically to all beats

As though we are possessed at one with our ancestors

As though they come alive again using our limbs to come alive once again

And indeed, there's something spiritual and healing in the art

It's an art of its own

To let go of all worries, pains, thoughts

But only situated in the present moment

Lifting our spirits with a bliss that is irreplaceable by any renowned chemist

It transcends us to another place of unfathomable experience when the beat itself takes control of the whole body

An experience that does not differentiate between any human

But has forever been with our ancestors and passed down generations indifferent forms

Reminding us what it means to be fully human


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