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

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."