The Dance

How many different turns
Round and Round
Where I can see in all directions
My hands are guided
Pushed and pulled
As the circle turns in me
As I am the circle turning

Laughter curls round my tongue
Song being sung
Is one of pure bliss
I know that love surrounds me
So I twist it round me
Spin it so fast
Sudden stop sends it flying
So High

I love this life
This poem
This riddle

All the rumors
Secrets and lies
Wondering if someone heard me say that
Out of context
Not knowing who I am
Can another person really know another person

Nevermind
The point is love
How well can I get to know myself
Express myself

There is fear
Can the true story ever be known
Should I work to change those things
Or accept
Fight
Or
Not
Peace
Or
War
The world is a funny place
And lessons will be learned
Taught by the end of each road
No matter the length or direction
Perhaps repeating

My point of light
Shines so bright
Have to laugh
Laughter that turns inside out
Before your eyes
Turn upward in you skull
Travel that road
Fall to the ground
Bleed from the three points
Scream from the center
While it’s turning and turning
One with
One on
One over
One beginning
Ending to begin
Anew
I love you

Spirals of color light
Shoot from my fingertips
Swirling around the souls that surround me
And I can see
Some have a different take on me
Nonetheless I am free
And will be of that which
I feel
I know
Is me
And I of that from which I came

I can’t help it
The Dance feels so good

Force of kind
Wraps around my fingers and toes
My legs and thighs
Erasing all signs of pain
Giving me love that reflects my own
Yet is unique and pure
As each soul's

The taste fills my nostrils
As undulating currents of energy
Lick the inside of my mouth
Lift me off the ground
And spin me out
Of this spot
Fling me so high
Embraced in oblivious love
That does not stop and is impenetrable by anything but love

This is heaven
And I can come here
Solitary as I may be
I can experience the three
Perhaps being the third

Native dance
Tells a story
Teaches a lesson
Feels God
And presents it for all to see

But I will not wear the robes that man has given me
I will be true to the animal of what I am
As a physical representation
Of that which I feel
In the Dance

Horror and the good stuff

So much of this devastation around me
And still I sit here and study
Can I be so lucky forever
Being a child of the world and all
Can I ask for so much

To be detached and move about
Free will
And my best friend questions
Relationships the source and why
And all I can come up with is pain

Then the mystic man
Jumps out of the darkness
From time to time
He is sad now
And I wonder why

I put my little foot down
And scream
STOP HURTING ME
But will it ever make a difference
Will anyone ever care enough

To just for a moment stop and think
Outside of this moment
Grow and be for real

I am sad now

And I wish for adventure
That stays at home