All Day I Think About It

Om. Dancing this morning... Stepping into devotion in motion, to borrow the words of MC Yogi, brings me laughter and joy and purpose and meaning. I have been sitting here, listening to Rumi for nearly two hours.... bringing my inspiration to form. To word.

This is who we are... Sometimes holding back, so as not to exclude. Which is ironic, because there is no exclusion. Only Inclusion. Divinity is only One.

As my teacher in Bali says, "There is not one god. There are not many gods. There is only God." We have danced beautifully. We have breathed and we have been Breathed.

To Dance. To Burn. To Yearn... To burn through all that we have collected, all that holds us hostage. This is a dance Puja... This life, if we choose the conscious path. This is a a purification that awakens the breath, limbs, heart, and Soul. I love this giving of my Life... to You or to anyone who knows You.....

May you feel my inspiration.... as this one of me turns into you into me... Burning with the fire of longing.....

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.


Will You Dance With Me?