Pull the tucks from all the corners.
Ruffle things up a bit.
Get cozy, living inside your self… wrinkles and all.
Ages ago, your ancestors gathered around fires in the thickness of night and danced ecstatically to primal drum-beats.
The songs of their souls still course through your veins.
Strip off the rules and burn them in the night fire.
Gaze at the moon and howl with abandon.
Bring the ancient ones alive and dance with them until all the stars dissolve into the blaze of your heart.