This Dance We have come to be danced Not the I am pretty, pick me, pick me! dance But the claw our way back into the belly of the sacred, sensual animal dance The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its bag dance The holding of the precious moment in the palms of our hands and feet dance We have come to be danced Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious little shuffle But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama, shaman shaking, ancient bones dance The strip us from our prison, returning our wings, sharpening our claws and tongues dance That shed dead cells as we slip into the luminous skin of love dance We have come to be danced Where the kingdoms collide In the kingdom of flesh To burn back into the light To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray To root in skin sanctuary We have come to be danced! We have come... ~ Jewel Mathieson
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 17:04:48 +0000
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