| How I would Love to dance in a huge circle . . . | |
holding hands with each and everyone of my fellow 'sisters & brothers' here at Gather ! The collective energy we would hope to nurture needs YOUR attendance. It would be fed by every pore opened up to the harmonious orchestrations our mind, body and spirit is meant to absorb. We pal around together, argue, sometimes vehemently disagree, even perhaps fist-fight, pull hair or just ditch BUT we stick to one another better than glue and reserve the right to say, "no people allowed until you can appreciate the true nature of a real person in touch with both their feminine and masculine side, accordingly." Then it is test-time ladies and gentlemen. The test that stands up to adversity and remains infallible is the one that has many supporters feeling the same need to promote: Change. We chant, we gesticulate, we express the power within in a dance for eternity that has kept our fellow advisors close at hand, heart and soul. We mingle in our fluid movements with the cosmic waves of energy both tolerant and intolerant and discover a strength no individual can ever take away from us. We are strong, we are proud and we are people with or without the desire to entertain oneself in the procreation circus, we all dance to a deeper more profound rhthym that never fails to bring us together and keep us there. A man in touch with his 'feminine side' is not a sissy but now androgynous, ready to be part of the true collective--a notion that all of us are in this world together and to dance through life, is not futile nor a sign of weakness. A woman in touch with her masculine side is not to be misconstrued as aggressive but rather assertive and never termed, 'the butch' . . . Good fortune to all that respond only because I am a sister who loves that which I was meant to uphold: truth as sacred, pure, intellectually sound. It is also quite independent of the other- the lie which divides rather than brings us together ! till next time' enlightenedpsych2 or sojournseeker aka Erica Hidvegi |
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That liminal space
Between my body and the airwaves
Creates a dance.
There is fluid form
There is salvation,
Thunder from the heavens,
Tears and lightening,
A host, a feast, a conflagration.
There is laughter.
The dance takes me up
In her motherly embrace,
Holds me softly,
Listens closely,
Takes in all my sorrow,
Lets me fly.
(c) January 23, 2006 Laurie Corzett
U wishing you laughter
Wow! I like this.
Blessings ~
Rene