The devotional dance is a re-birthing. Eyes loose shut. Crouching on hands and knees. Rocking back and forth. Arching —no growling. Just prowling and breath. A feeling into the body, sensing its sounds.
Dusty blackened bare feet. Soft body. Sweat-stained skin. Untamed bushy hair. These sensual moves summon the instinctual. Feeling the glow. Slow, slow. Moving as the body wants to move.
No direction from outside—the golden darkness leads. This animal inhabits the skin and remembers its wildish ways. And in the quiet stirring, I am released.
(The Empress card from The Field Tarot)