[~O~] FIRST-FOCUS [~O~]
I am very-seriously,
only a human "being,"
that does-like to "bust-a-move,"
through dance's Beyond-Groove.
And what this "looks-like" to an onlooker,
I can only imagine-cognitively,
because there are no-limits within my dance-expression,
as I have literally-embraced my own Within-Living Beyond-Heaven,
of twirls and bumbling,
like a little-girl who realizes she is something,
of a divine-experience now-happening,
within a cranium meant to be a U.F.O. Vehicle Multidimensionally-Pulsating-Beyond,
That weilds only what is Real within-upon-through my-own-body's movement-of-devotion.
And through a micro-second ~ yet complete ~ body-scan-through,
that First-Focus of quaking-rhythm That bends-time within my-own cranium,
I am enraptured by That Spirit to collectively resign,
my own limitation of "proper" bodily-clime,
and I wiggle-and-swerve suggestively,
to The Beat of That Far-Off Drummer of Infinity.
I mean, I am in-all-ways looking-upward-within,
during That-Beyond Dancing-Regimen,
of what looks-like a "natural-flow, with some suggestivity,"
of what are "truly-goofy" expressions - sometimes - physically,
but can feel quite-elegant Beyond and Within-Upon-and-Through,
which is just "me" being "me" through expressive-movement devotionally.
Yet That Dance does sometimes-also "look-like" a polestar-expressive,
of a body "Made-in-Heaven,"
that likens my-own spiritually-perceived-electricity,
of through-appreciative free-form dancing-gaily,
into the Revelation of Unceasing-Epiphanies.
So say "what-you-will" about the necessity,
of the artist-immersed in her-own creative-identity,
and note The-Real-Method,
as a devotional-dance truly Beyond worthily-enacted,
to be the assignment as fuel-inspirational That has "no-catches,"
That drives "me" forward devotionally-swooning-through,
my-own Consciousness of That Beyond's polarity enrichment-exercise,
that just means I am dancing "on-the-fly,"
like any other guy,
Well, at least for those of us paying devotional-attention...
Because while "you" sit there like a clod-unmoving,
refusing to even tap-a-finger joyfully,
remember the wordy-girly Nevadan,
who schooled your-own First-Focus of "I love you" through Holy-Redemption within your-own cognition,
is telling "you" now ~ to just get-up and get-a-move-on,
like "you" know what "you" are actually doing,
with what God gave "you" literally,
That is the Divining-Design of Grace-Received,
That is your-own physical-body now creatively-appreciated.
So, I do-literally-mean,
that "you" need to start-dancing,
as a part of your-own devotional-practice,
of filling time in creative-ways while you are living, working and in-play,
because the moving-architecture of your-own cognized-reality,
that does-include an appreciated-distance from your-own "identity" as a physical-body,
is as such,
filled with many "boring moments" meant for epiphany-laden creativity,
by literally awakening your own psychometry,
via looking in-all-ways for the synchronicity,
of what you are "right-now" noticing,
in the stillness-mastered through That-Beyond the-body-knowledge,
via comprehending your-own spiritual-body-awareness paradoxically,
that is found within one's-own muscles exercised-devotionally,
in worship to the Spirit of,
your-own humanity Now-Realized-Beyond,
via devotional-dance of some intuitional-expression.
[~O~] ~ aMEn ~ [~O~]