Dance Your Way Out of rite

As young children,
Bouncy we were and happy
For no particular reason,
Running up all season
The life force, kundalini
Spiraling up and easy.
 
The spring never smells
Like when you are a child,
The tears dry their well
When you are not adult,
When your world appears
A sunlit living mystery.
 
When he entered puberty,
Tri-science re-centered his mind.
The hormones for kundalini
Began to form past rite,
And how come the passion
Became his vital sign?
 
But passion is a thirst
Unquenchable, admit,
It comes and goes fast,
It doesn’t save my wit.
 
Where's our drive for fun?
Why doesn’t the spring smell?
The secret from world’s gone -
We know all answers well((((
 
Now you are kneeling
Instead of running around,
And even your kundalini
Is seepin’ down the ground.
 
Boredom and thirst for past
Crawling in unnoticed...
Have we aged that fast?
Is our answer misfortune?
 
How come we know
Today all boring answers,
Except of how to turn
Into a happy dancer
 
Who grows into a child
For no particular reason,
Unfreezing butterfly
Out of winter season?

Listen – hear melodies
Inside you, sing along!
Your secret key for music
Is turning your motor on...
 
And you may dance again, 
Awakened into heart,
Your genie kundalini
Will spiral from down up,
Happy like all children
In any winter season!

© Anna Lieta March/Zontova
  Montreal 2001