Dance with me, Divine "I want you to dance with me like you dance with God. Bring me the stones from your spirals on the Pacific sands. Feed me the drops that fall on your tongue beneath the redwood canopies in the spring rain. Pull me up the red stained rock monuments with your eyes to see rooftops of the world. Twirl my senses about your Toes and put me in the earth. Root me in. Tap the everlasting well of light behind my eyes with your hips and your smile. Paint me with your flower lips for miles and miles and… Remember to pause along the way. Remember to stand with me and simply sway as the crescendo falls around us. The dance floor writhing, tithing its life force to source with no hint of remorse. Because we know we’ll get it all back around the bend In the River – My feet twist and turn – I shiver and yearn for a sliver of gold spun ripples to return through time from a future prime for my becoming. I make move-dras invoking you sweet sistar and there you are all shimmering sight between the heat waves of summer sweat and winter’s fading night. Reminding me that the sun is rising on us. The golden dawn is coming I am not afraid. We will hold each other’s hands Each mile we dance higher up into God. Each smile we root deeper down in out soul. Each piece of compassion we choose to applaud. We cease separating ourselves from the whoile I shed the control. I surrender. Dance with me like you ARE God. Destroy me and breath me new life – blossoming and verdant as a jungle that springs from the desert floor. Dance me like the tops of trees in a storm; dance we like a whirling dervish. Dance me like a spider dreaming, weaving through the dark all the sinuous pieces in their place. Dance me home. I see you. We are home."
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:15:46 +0000
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