We Have Come to be Danced

by winteryder

  

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 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 casings, 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 and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance,

but the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and 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 kingdoms 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.

 

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– Jewel Mathieson

 

This word-music hangs in my office. I created a poster with a picture of my daughter leaping high in the the air and braided the words around her, just as I do in real life.