Joy - Spirit that Dances

Come towards me, without stopping the impulse,

with that twinkle in her eyes.

Run fast to my embrace, in the certainty of the passion that moves mountains.

Come free, like birds on feast days,

Spontaneous, like the morning dew and the poppies of the field.

She arrives barefoot, singing in her voice and swinging on her hips.

Hips spacious and full of life, pulsing to the beat of drums.

From Heart.