WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The spine, a reed, begins to bend,
A ripple flows, a message to send.
Muscles tense, then softly yield,
A symphony in motion revealed.

Head to heel, a joyous hum,
The body's song, a joyful drum.
Each twirl, a tremor, quick and bright,
A canvas painted pure with light.

No longer just a form we see,
But energy unbound, wild and free.
A human harp, a vibrant string,
The beauty of