A Meditation

On the dance floor instructed by the best of DJ guru's you can reach the higher planes. As long as you are not dancing in NYC, where people only spiral downward.

Sarah swayed from side to side, feeling the energy feeling the vibe.

Behind her closed eyes, stars and galaxies collided and swirled in patterns together with the encompassing crowd. She twirled her fingers on wandering arms and enforced her strength by stomping the grounds. Just when she was there, almost there reaching the nirvanic climax, a touch followed by a shove made her skip a beat.

Optimistic, Sarah started to sway again. Side to side as simple as that.