Sunday, September 13, 2015

Dance from your Heart




under  a sky of silver and blue
floating notes of wooden flutes
I drift away to the beat of time

through the archway of heady pine
keepers of the sacred burning fire
dancing in rhythm with mother earth

closing my eyes to hear nature's sound
I slowly shed my skin, layer by layer
in burst of orange and yellow light

summer breeze, flutes sweetest song
weaving me into a magical trance
soft and mellow it calls me home

sashay she says,  to the driving beat
  dance of love it is an art
     dance from your heart
        
around the inner circle we move as one
giving thanks for the gifts of sun & moon
around the fire,  what are your desires

steady rhythm of the  tribal drums
move our feet to a joyous sound
celebrating sacred grounds....

It is in the silence between the beats
that we can truly hear the calling...
in this humble state..we are awaken

Dance from your heart

posted for Poets United
author's note: Pic taken
by me with permission.
poem written to honor
the sacred circle...

this is a wip ...

27 comments:

  1. Dance from your heart ~ what a lovely line to live by. I like the picture ~ campfires are so nice and magical out in the peacefulness of nature.

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  2. Under a sky of silver and blue... Oh I like that first line. Now, let me read on...soft and mellow it calls me home... I like that.

    Great rhythm, True.

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  3. I would truly love that, and I think it's the silence in between the beats that really matters.

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  4. I like the dancing to the tribal drums and with rhythm to mother earth ~

    (shouldn't the last line be Dance from your heart, with r)

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    1. Yes, Grace it should be thanks for catching that for me :)

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  5. I love the imagery of shedding your skin around the fire in a burst of orange and yellow light. Wonderful words, as always.

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  6. This has such a beautiful rhythm to it, Truedessa. And yes, I do think a dance of love is an art...and takes heart!

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  7. I know that dance, to the beat of the drum. It takes us to another place, a higher vibration, the dance of the ancestors. Sigh. How I love this poem! I long to hear the drums again. It has been too long.

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  8. now that was a dancy one!

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  9. Purified by fire, and 'dancing in rhythm with mother earth'...yes I feel this sacredness....

    'It is in the silence between the beats
    that we can truly hear the calling...
    in this humble state..we are awaken'

    Some of the most beautiful lines that resonate with me strongly!

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  10. steady rhythm of the tribal drums
    move our feet to a joyous sound
    celebrating sacred grounds....

    Such beautiful lines :D

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  11. I feel the beat here too. My favorite stanza:
    "sashay she says, to the driving beat
    dance of love it is an art
    dance from your heart"
    POW. Can't resist such invitation to come home and know thyself.

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  12. The colors sure drive it home along with the flow. Silence in nature on such grounds can sure show much.

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  13. I love this one, True. It paints such a rhythmic, happy picture.

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  14. Light and in Love we dance...Nice one.

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  15. Shedding my skin - that has so many meanings wound inside.

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  16. nice - a truly mystic experience

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  17. Primal and organic - a wonderful, spirited shedding of the bonds of modernity to embrace a new awakening. A breathtaking piece of writing.

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  18. What beautiful rhythm this poem has with a link back to former times.

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  19. Very pertinent here, as I'll be dancing for (Southern Hemisphere) Ostara very soon.

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  20. What an intoxicating poem - perhaps it is only in the silences that we truly have the room to learn about ourselves

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  21. definitely put me in a trance as if i were celebrating a ceremony of sorts.

    well penned

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  22. around the inner circle we move as one
    giving thanks for the gifts of sun & moon

    It is most welcomed to accord gratitude for goodness coming one's way. Sometimes one might just forget unwittingly!

    Hank

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  23. Ha. So you had a good time this weekend?
    I can feel a bit of the rhythm of it in your words.
    Would def love to hear more about it.

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  24. Dancing is a wonderful theme. Love the twirling feel.

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  25. My favorite instrument is a wooden flute. It belongs in a fairy forest.

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  26. yes, this felt tribal with the choice of words and the image too. i felt like i was a part of a special ceremony with your poem. thanks for the glimpse. :)

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