Inner Dance – Poetic Audio Meditation

Pause for a moment. Take a breath. Or simply sit quietly and let yourself be here.

This bilingual audio poem blends English with the soft, melodic sounds of Polish — offering not only meaning but the beauty of language itself. The Slavic tones invite you to experience mindfulness through both content and the resonance of words, as their rhythm and frequency gently reach the body and mind.

Created for sensitive, feeling souls, this poetic meditation is an invitation to slow down, notice the subtle dance within, and tune in to the quiet pulse of life around you. It is about silence, movement, and the deeper source of strength we carry inside.

Press play when you need a moment to breathe or simply be. Sometimes, a minute of poetry is all it takes.

Transcript

Morning,

I dance,

O vaga,

Listen,

Here begins a poem.

When the air you breathe is sliced by news thrifted and drawn,

When speculation coils around your life's design So tightly it strangles dreams,

Then it's time for pause,

A widened space where words refuse to hurry but unfold,

Revealing the world anew.

That is the work of poetry,

That is what is true.

Morning,

I dance,

I choose a song,

Nothing more,

And I dance.

They say the planets dance across the heavens,

They say our paths cross.

My motion traces the pulse of the source itself.

I see it bright,

Brighter,

Blazing within me.

My rhythm is mine,

Yet it rises from the heart of all hearts.

I dance with the essence of the universe.

I dance the essence of the universe.

This is dance,

This is silence.

The music smooths my sinews,

Strokes my belly deeper than motion,

And motion happens inside stillness.

Beyond my window an ambulance screams.

Across the wall a TV voice barters war cheap for a subscription.

And I still dance.

I am the dance,

I am the source.

This is true.

You are the dance,

You are the source.

True.

I am a dance,

I am a source.

This is true.

You are the dance,

You are the source.

This is true.

You are the dance,

You are the source.

My rhythm is mine,

Yet it rises from the heart of all hearts.

I dance with the essence of the universe.

I dance the essence of the universe.

This is dance,

This is silence.

Morning,

I dance.

I choose a song,

Nothing more,

And I dance.