Wednesday, October 2, 2013

We Have Come

Found this somewhere, I believe on my Facebook feed from the Wild Woman Sisterhood page.

We have come to be danced 
Not the pretty dance 
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance 
But the claw our way back into the belly 
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance 
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance 
The holding the precious moment in the palms 
Of our hands and feet dance.
We have come to be danced 
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance 
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance 
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance. 
The slap the apology from our posture dance.

We have come to be danced 
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance 
One two dance like you 
One two three, dance like me dance 
but the grave robber, tomb stalker 
Tearing scabs and scars open dance 
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced 
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle 
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama 
Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance 
The strip us from our casings, return our wings 
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance 
The shed dead cells and slip into 
The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced 
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance 
But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance 
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance 
The mother may I? 
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance 
The olly olly oxen free free free dance 
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.

We have come to be danced 
Where the kingdom’s collide 
In the cathedral of flesh 
To burn back into the light 
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray 
To root in skin sanctuary 
We have come to be danced


by Jewel Mathieson


This one as well...

The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me 
what you do for a living. 
I want to know 
what you ache for 
and if you dare to dream 
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me 
how old you are. 
I want to know 
if you will risk 
looking like a fool 
for love 
for your dream 
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me 
what planets are 
squaring your moon... 
I want to know 
if you have touched 
the centre of your own sorrow 
if you have been opened 
by life’s betrayals 
or have become shrivelled and closed 
from fear of further pain.

I want to know 
if you can sit with pain 
mine or your own 
without moving to hide it 
or fade it 
or fix it.

I want to know 
if you can be with joy 
mine or your own 
if you can dance with wildness 
and let the ecstasy fill you 
to the tips of your fingers and toes 
without cautioning us 
to be careful 
to be realistic 
to remember the limitations 
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me 
if the story you are telling me 
is true. 
I want to know if you can 
disappoint another 
to be true to yourself. 
If you can bear 
the accusation of betrayal 
and not betray your own soul. 
If you can be faithless 
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty 
even when it is not pretty 
every day. 
And if you can source your own life 
from its presence.

I want to know 
if you can live with failure 
yours and mine 
and still stand at the edge of the lake 
and shout to the silver of the full moon, 

It doesn’t interest me 
to know where you live 
or how much money you have. 
I want to know if you can get up 
after the night of grief and despair 
weary and bruised to the bone 
and do what needs to be done 
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me 
who you know 
or how you came to be here. 
I want to know if you will stand 
in the centre of the fire 
with me 
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me 
where or what or with whom 
you have studied. 
I want to know 
what sustains you 
from the inside 
when all else falls away.

I want to know 
if you can be alone 
with yourself 
and if you truly like 
the company you keep 
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming 
from the book The Invitation 

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