Dance when you're broken open.
Dance when you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you're perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,
Begins.
Maybe you don't hear that tambourine,
or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance.
A brilliant city inside your soul!
--Rumi
i l ove love love you dear sister!
ReplyDeleteI am learning so much of this right now, how to dance and be free within this body alongside others all wanting to do the same. Learning to see and be free from attachment to others emotions and conditions... as well as my own. I've begun to really see how vulnerable I have been to others anger especially. Now I'm finding a new place to be within me, more aware that i am safe when others are angry, and i can choose how i want to show up... i don't have to give myself my love and all of my attention away. i can show up as my healthy self, centered and observant, calm. This is my intention, to be tested :)