I have no idea where he is taking me. I am suspended in space and time, following his intricate lead without a single thought. It is all so fast I don’t have a millisecond to think, or else I fall out of the dance. It feels like free diving out of an airplane, or jumping into a dark lake I didn’t know If I’ll ever reach the bottom of.
I am following, but simultaneously keeping my structure and executing the basics. The more basic moves and structure I have, the more he takes me on a wild ride. And then the form dissolves into pure connection.
I don’t know or comprehend what and how I am doing what I am doing, but I feel it, and it feels amazing. Like free falling kind of amazing.
I feel my connection. And then I feel his connection. And his connection to my connection to his connection. And then there is only one connection within a vast vaccum of unknown. Am I following, or leading? Or both or neither? Nothing feels as real as this flow state. Clearly nothing is real.