Entry 23 – What Would It Feel Like To Dance To Caribbean Blue
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What would it feel like to dance to Caribbean Blue?
To borrow the sky’s slow move,
unhurried, patient–
to let yourself slip free from everything heavy.
To feel the melodies louder than you hear them,
to join the earth in a gentle spin,
to sway for love,
to sway for you.
Without rules.
Without a watcher.
Without a reason.
Without a wound.
Nulling the reality of imperfection,
Just to perfect the moment in tenderness.
To join the rain
as it empties its heaviness onto the land–
hair loose,
arms open,
receiving renewal in every droplet.
Your tears mixing with the earthy taste of the rain,
because letting go is the only truth out..
and you can't help but pour everything out.
Dancing to a song
that feels like dew resting on your skin,
and sunlight fluttering into
the cloudy chambers of your heart.
To see the Caribbean Blue covered in galaxies,
not because that is what it truly is,
but because that is the world you’ve danced into.
To feel grace moving as you move,
pain gently losing its grip on your spirit.
Where gravity becomes an unserious joke…
where your feet barely touch the floor,
where you glide through rhythms
your heart has long mastered,
rising like a whisper on turquoise breeze.
What would it feel like to dance to Caribbean Blue?
Perhaps it would feel like the sky unzipping,
nature remembering you,
oceans stirring up,
the land moving,
the wind fluttering,
trees swaying in sync,
birds chirping in harmony–
calling you by the gentlest version of your name.
Every step a ripple.
Every breath a wave.
Every spin a prayer dissolving into constellations.
The kind of dance
where time stops ticking in minutes
and starts ticking in heartbeats,
the ones that skip,
the ones that rest,
the ones that feel like home.
A call of something ancient.
Something divine.
Something tender.
- Writer
