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Doing things for other things and other people - including earthly aspects of self
40 degree heat and traffic, a hot dry breeze ...
عجقة
Otherwise, life is good, very good as a matter of fact ....
"So why are you so uptight -
بصلتك محروقة

light bulb!
"And the last time you danced was .... when?"
Oh my!
The sacrilege,
Prohibiting the body from flying,
yourself
for such a long time,
you can't even remember the last time
ok, so we're exaggerating, it's cultural 
Too long,
that's more like it
stealing some freedom in uptight settings
in clothes that bind
You
drift
Inhale and open eyes to
البصر
You see
New horizon
When you dance and whirl
السما بتفتح بطريقة تانيه
Joy.


I dance, to track two concerto for two pianos .... 
and am brought back to my body. 
Ateek:  
 http://www.ateekmusic.com/html/about.php
 Zina Asfour and ze composers
Thank you for making beautiful music with a breathing soul
that moves me.





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