WE HAVE COME TO BE DANCED

This poem captures the essence of Kundalini Trance Dance in a way that takes my breath away....maybe yours too.



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.
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 souls dance.

We have come to be danced.
Not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama sham shaking’ ancient bones dance.
They strip us from our casings, return our wings, sharpen our claws and tongues dance.
The shed dead cells and slip into the luminous kin 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 our our things 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 fly to pray to root in skin sanctuary.

We have come to be dance.
WE HAVE COME.