Sometimes the hoops only job
is to create a safe space to weep.
It’s tough material demanding solid boundaries
it’s inner sanctity firmly held up.
The rotations moving forward and backward
both easing and clearing pathways.
Connecting the physical and spiritual
in to one fluid motion.
With the dominate rotation I flow deeply with in
And with the release I welcome healing.
The spiral takes me to the beginning
and wide out again.
A clarity of sight shining on all
my parts and pieces.
A release that blasts through hurts
and nourishes once again beginnings.
My eyes drop tears while the
hoop mops them away.
Together mind and body form
into an unparting silhouette.
Liberated once again from the
constraints of societal pressure.
Freely dancing as the
only unique me I can possibly be.