My Gift

It comes from a place so primal in me that I can not quite place it.
It comes from a land that I have never seen or set foot in.
It comes from a place where no one would call me authentic.
But I feel it so deeply as it moves me.
Patterns of drums, snaky reed pipes, chiming of zils, strumming of ouds make me divulge in ecstasy.
I lose myself in this world, and enter another where my body is the music.
No stage will ever see me this way.
No one may ever see me this way.
It is just the music and me, alone.
It is the music and me, together.
It is the world, the universe, and me in total harmony.

"There is another level of awesomeness?"  She asked.
"The only way anyone will ever see it is if they plant a hidden camera in my home and are very patient", I replied.
"The world needs to see this," she said.
I can only smile inside and say thank you to her.

All I have learned is in me and manifests through fluid movement effortlessly.
All that I feel comes pouring out of me in stories that are never spoken.
Just listen to us.
Just watch us.
Just feel us.
Just come dance with us.
Make music with us.

It has been with me since birth.
So many avenues led me back to it.
It is a destiny of mine that lives whether I want it to or not.
So much education and experiments have enhanced it in me.

Even when I stop, I never really stop.