(the art of dance)
The dance tonight was different. The spirits in the
room moved me to dream walk my belief even to further heights. I soared next to
peace that occupied the space. I danced with the Mother of fertility, ancient
souls of motherhood. I soared next to The Grandmother’s assurance that
everything’s going to be okay if humankind will but allow their love to prevail
throughout heaven, the Heart(H) of Creation, the (H)eartH, home.
(Silence…)
The dance tonight was different. The joyful spirit
danced along with me, much to my happiness, to my longing to dance with the Spirit of Love, that my belief could be whole with you and you and you and you
and so on, until we, the wingless angels, those of flesh and bone, pushing down
Love instead of raising it up, begin our rise…
It took me too long to find
myself here. Where was I going?
© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime
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