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Posted on: October 25, 2015 • 0 Comments

A friend read this poem to me while in Sedona.  It seems so very fitting for my latest personal power reminder.

Enjoy !


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 the 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 wringing  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 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 casing, 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 wallow in the shallow end of the floor Dance

But the meeting of the Trinity, the body breath and beat Dance

The shout Hallelujah form 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

We have come..

Written by Jewel Mathieson

I was reminded along this journey that I completely own my body, my soul, my emotions and my decisions.  The personal power washes over me when I stand up and say no with dignity and integrity.  I am guilty of allowing others in the past to have dominion over me when they had not earned it nor deserved it.  I no longer participate in that way of life.  This trip has allowed me to remember how powerful I am within myself just as me, and so is everyone else.  Saying no when I mean it makes the authentic yes more meaningful!


Kristin Springfield