The Dance Poem by robyn nathan

Let us whirl in the ancient ways

Tombstone of ego upon our heads

The shroud of clouded skies encircle us

And in this tranced state all sound vanishes

We are beauty and grace

Whole



I close my eyes

Feel you in my arms

Full and in love

Stumbling over what is hidden

Becoming in the light

It is a small step

Gentle, into the known and unknown

It is a dance of fire, of passion

Of life exquisitely breathing

It is cool breeze on my skin lifting up my wings



Love, leave me this feather

Warm, fresh from your flesh

I brush it on my cheek embracing your softness

Blessed

Unfolding