Last night I traveled into my past
closed my eyes and it all came in
moved by the percussive beats
of African song and rhythm
I swayed, I centered
I opened to the earthly tones
Back in time, I was
I found my heart, fluttering
carrying me from Mozambique
to Mali, and back again.
Then the rythmns stopped
but the energy remained
filling all the crevices
of a packed-filled room
of new faces, all ages
and one, unexpected,
enchanted encounter.
With a breath, I turned
no one beckoned me to return
so I slowly walked
into the darkness,
soon to be daylight
And I wondered—
which is the dream,
and how should I live,
my tomorrow?
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