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.
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.
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
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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