Maria sat crossed-legged on the floor, upon her Turkish rug.
She asked Spirit to relieve her of her poor mood and feelings.
Her right hand over her heart, holding her pink rose stone.
She hoped to fall in love with her passionate side again.
She sat in silence after her prayer.
The earth and her cares began to melt away.
In a trance, she started to hear Arabic music playing.
Something about the handed skinned drums and copper bells that made her remember her past life as a gypsy dancer.
Her other hand started to twirl over her head, like that of a belly dancer.
She put the stone down and lit her sage wrapped in all colorful strings.
As the smoke cleansed the room, she danced through the magical sent of dried trees and flowers.
The dance routine from her past life flowed through her veins and bones.
She felt alive, she felt free. She felt her passion once again.
Her hair was loose and flew around, like the silk sun on a summer day.
The gypsy dancer smiled and thanked The Universe for her blessing and remembering.
Flutes, bells, and bongos softened as she fell back to Earth.
She grinned because she was not worried. She knew the music would again.
All she had to do was play her tune and remember she was more than just Maria.
She was many lives twirled, spun and danced into one.
Today she awoke The Gypsy Dancer in her soul, from another life.