Tony Novissimo

What is this music I hear. What is it doing to my heart? Why now do I want so much to dance?

I start to dance. How odd it feels at first. In the beginning I am stiff and awkward, and just a little self-conscious. But soon my movements flow freely, and I am lost in the moment. Now only the dance is important, I flow from sculptural shape to shape a flow of shapes that sequence together beautifully into a magical story. Whose story is it I wonder, is it my story. My true story.

I do not care who might see me. I do not care if my dance is well executed or not, it is not important. I am now in another place. I feel joy, beauty, bliss and I feel the pulse of the music. It is the pulse of the world it is the pulse of the universe. I am dancing in the universe in celebration of all creation. My dance lets me weave though the space and time and interweave with all that there is.
It is a dance of celebration. A dance in praise of the highest good. It is so beautiful. I dance in its praise, I dance to say thank you, and I dance to bring joy to my creator. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

Now I am the dance

Now I am