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"As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live"

                                Goethe



           We have come to be Danced        

                     by Jewel Mathieson

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 & scars open dance,
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls 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 & 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 & 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
WE HAVE COME