What if the primal beat in us all were activated and shared, a global flash mob, for an hour we danced, globally. The diaspora from full blooded to the meager droplet, all hear and respond. I grew up seeing the Chinese in national dance and the Africans also. What if we devised movements of African forms for health and recreation, a dance sequence basic and vital for survival. To help ease the mental and physical dis-eases we have developed. They took away our drums, we never reinstated them though we have the freedom to do so. They took away our greeting the day's sun with hope and purpose. Some have lost it all, some remember some. When ever I hear music I find the rhythm, tap, sway, humm......
The Chinese do their meditative motions and the Africans dance for spiritual communion. We diaspora have individual flexing but no flexing as a people. We are too diverse, too weighed down to dance. We dance to stir the emotions to lust at each other for ego and sex. We need to devise a sequence of motions to practice to bend the body like a reed, strengthen like a shaft, to let our minds wrap around positive things and our spirits reach across the lies we've been taught to separate us. A daily dance to center us, to focus us, to calm us, to feel the other places our energy can be drawn from. We have the liberty to make individual energy but not a people energy. Now we are a diaspora people, though we don't recognize the origins, we are too full of the lies to see the lies can not live for ever. The beat dispels the lies from the fundamental upon which we can write a riff of life. We know how to improvise you know.
I've been to weddings of friends and yet the line dance had everyone in sync, even more than singing the Blk Nat'l Anthem. First we rise, then e dance, then we get down to business.
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