This moving poem was shared with me on my birthday from a dear dancing sister. It brought me to tears, and thus I am sharing it here. ![]() She Danced she danced for the love she felt She danced she danced she danced for the love she gave away and the love she kept she danced to free her spirit and to free other spirits too she danced in response to joy and to process pain she moved her body like her life depended on it praying for love to come, for sadness to go she danced for all the people who can’t dance for themselves she also taught others to dance for justice, for truth, for possibility for healing the broken-hearted she danced to break the ties that bind our women our mothers to bring awareness and healing she danced to break open the hearts of our men our fathers to bring truth and compassion to invite friendship and art into the open spaces that the dance created she danced to keep the flame of true love burning she danced when she was too tired to walk she danced between the worlds she danced because a celebration calls for dancing the twirl of skirts the rhythm of feet the snapping and clapping the exultant inhale and exhale she danced with lovers she danced with friends she danced alone too because some nights we all dance alone and because sometimes dancing is all that can be done she danced for the artists and musicians and scientists and alchemists and midwives and physicians and housewives and gas stationers and waitresses and for all who work too too hard for too too little she danced for all the creators of invention and those whose gift is just: To BE. she danced to dislodge the caught gifts struggling to get free in each of us, she danced for the living and for the dead in birth and in mourning for peace, beauty and creative expression she danced our prayers all the way to the Beloved which isn’t so very far after all… “shall we dance?” asked the Creator of Dance itself they danced until the sun came up and this time she didn’t have to lead. Shiloh Sophia
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This Ancient Dance is a spiral labyrinth where hips begin to sway
across the fires of femininity a dancer finds her way... To a time when the drummers were women and they would shake their hips and pound trancing themselves in ecstatic states until their bodies hit the ground and they would burn inside a thousand fires to know they are the Sun and a thousand fires in a thousand bellies would turn back into One Dance yourself into a trance burn inside your inner flame and you, for this moment shall never be the same Your Self is a sun with a thousand fires in your core come dance with us tonight and we shall spark a thousand more! Photo and Poetry expert from Romancing the Divine: by Jacqui Lalita ![]() When all has been said and all has been done, a new course is soon clear for every One. All being said leaves silence to speak. One thing to do makes hearts pound and eyes leak. The earth solid and warm, with new eyes takes new form, whispers, "Been here the whole time. Let love be the new norm. Letting go makes you strong, and with that, nothing's wrong. Children sing and they cry and they long for what's real, they must dance and express with permission to feel. The stars shine for a reason, the sun warms up the day, the road rises to meet you and with joy they will say, Mistake none, we are here to show you your way." |
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