A dancing gazelle. I am.

Movement. Movement. When setting my body in motion. Am I dancing? Walking. Gliding. When does movement become dance? Perhaps dance is no more, no less. Than state of mind. One can dance. On ice skate. Or do pirouettes in a wheel chair. Or better yet, do nimble ballet steps. With the gods. In a dream.  Can't dance. I say. But really, I've been dancing my way through life. Moving. Moving. Wherever spirit takes me. A dancing gazelle. I am. --Jim Broede