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 honorby me with permission.
the sacred circle...
this is a wip ...
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.
ReplyDeleteGreat rhythm, True.
I would truly love that, and I think it's the silence in between the beats that really matters.
ReplyDeleteI like the dancing to the tribal drums and with rhythm to mother earth ~
ReplyDelete(shouldn't the last line be Dance from your heart, with r)
Yes, Grace it should be thanks for catching that for me :)
DeleteI love the imagery of shedding your skin around the fire in a burst of orange and yellow light. Wonderful words, as always.
ReplyDeleteThis has such a beautiful rhythm to it, Truedessa. And yes, I do think a dance of love is an art...and takes heart!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletenow that was a dancy one!
ReplyDeletePurified by fire, and 'dancing in rhythm with mother earth'...yes I feel this sacredness....
ReplyDelete'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!
steady rhythm of the tribal drums
ReplyDeletemove our feet to a joyous sound
celebrating sacred grounds....
Such beautiful lines :D
I feel the beat here too. My favorite stanza:
ReplyDelete"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.
The colors sure drive it home along with the flow. Silence in nature on such grounds can sure show much.
ReplyDeleteI love this one, True. It paints such a rhythmic, happy picture.
ReplyDeleteLight and in Love we dance...Nice one.
ReplyDeleteShedding my skin - that has so many meanings wound inside.
ReplyDeletenice - a truly mystic experience
ReplyDeletePrimal and organic - a wonderful, spirited shedding of the bonds of modernity to embrace a new awakening. A breathtaking piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful rhythm this poem has with a link back to former times.
ReplyDeleteVery pertinent here, as I'll be dancing for (Southern Hemisphere) Ostara very soon.
ReplyDeleteWhat an intoxicating poem - perhaps it is only in the silences that we truly have the room to learn about ourselves
ReplyDeletedefinitely put me in a trance as if i were celebrating a ceremony of sorts.
ReplyDeletewell penned
around the inner circle we move as one
ReplyDeletegiving 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
Ha. So you had a good time this weekend?
ReplyDeleteI can feel a bit of the rhythm of it in your words.
Would def love to hear more about it.
Dancing is a wonderful theme. Love the twirling feel.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite instrument is a wooden flute. It belongs in a fairy forest.
ReplyDeleteyes, 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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