The dances of 2000 are over
New ones are taking their place
2001 begins.
The winter dance:
I build snow walls with my feet
Gathering energy,
Burrowing deep within my Self.
Listening to the
Thrum drum,
Thrum drum
Of Earth rhythm.
Soft seductive heart energy
Flowing,
Mysterious and feminine,
Continuously changing.
I take things in
In preparation for birth.
The spring dance:
Staccato
Wildflowers dart between
Newly green spears of grass,
Exuberant children in a game of tag.
Indian paintbrush, poppies
And bluebonnets
Bursting forward
Manifesting without contraction
Exploring life's meaning
Unpredictable
Wild and free
Risking from the heart
Masculine action:
Spontaneous passion.
The summer dance:
Chaos
Full out heat.
Sexual ecstasy.
Surrender to the primal impulse
Wild explosion of puberty.
Dissolving body,
Mind,
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And spirit;
Masculine
And feminine,
Into a single heart pumping,
Body's passion grounding intuition
The late summer dance:
Lyrical
The intoxicating sweetness of harvest
The post-coital glow.
The ease of maturity.
Trusting intuition to create
Heavenly magic and grace
On Earth.
Weightless bubbles
Of shifting possibilities.
Airborne mystery,
Rhythm of the soul.
The fall dance:
Still.
Silent.
The onset of death
Yet in that death,
That subtle breath,
Is the return to flow.
Inspiration connects me to wisdom.
The way out is through.
Trusting each breath
To carry me on,
I ride the quiet waves
Until pain becomes compassion.
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