Becoming the Body

Becoming the Body

by Michelle Dubreuil



When I dance,
I stop being an idea.
I stop being a plan,
a list, a name.

The body remembers what I forgot…
how to listen without ears,
how to speak without words,
how to love through motion alone.

My feet learn the language of the floor.
My spine becomes a river.
My breath
a bridge between sky and skin.

In the rhythm, I disappear.
There is no “I” left to impress,
no mirror to please,
only pulse,
and the vast permission to be.

The dance is not what I do
it is what I am
when I stop resisting
and start belonging.

The music moves through me,
not as sound,
but as life itself
flowing freely,
for a moment,
through the open door of my body.