Hands shaking, limbs twitching, cells, veins vibrating, blood boiling.
Breath ragged, tears prickling, sobs wracking.
The physical shell spins
The mind reels
Emotions swarm and swamp
Even the calm between the swells a sad, dead place.
There is no taking a bow.
The dance is never over.
The dervish whirls and twirls herself into a tizzy.
from Abundance Created Together
