In the beginning were the steps,
and the steps were the dance. 
Choreography took precedence,
even without a routine.
We were learning to lead and follow
but within a framework of moves;
a hip-twist and then a fan,
a three-quarter spin turn followed by a lock step.
Building blocks, like words in a sentence,
but often in the same order. 
 
Energised by the music,
totally focussed
on what we were doing.
No room for the mind to wander. 

But dancing freely in the moment means
there are no steps.
At least for the follower.

Following is a mode,
a way of being.
I am aware; aware of what is happening
while it is happening.
As the music plays,
I hear the melody, the notes,
harmonies, bass line, accents and highlights.
I am aware of my partner.

Following means not thinking;
thinking leads to anticipation and trying.
Following means not doing.
Not doing things myself,
but waiting for my partner to make his move.
Waiting, waiting…
his move becomes my move. 

I respond, 
matching his energy
so we are in sync
and I feel the flow.
  
Letting go of needing a plan.
The context is clear; each dance
has its own style and rhythm.
Our intent is clear; to be in tune
with the music, to be in harmony
with each other.
  
Curious about what may arise,
flexible to respond,
flexible to adapt.
Can we be playful? 

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