Shared with What's Going On
Their prompt:
Set your pen free. Whatever comes up for you is what belongs on the page: emergencies, sad, tired hearts, the emotions we feel observing all that is going so wrong in the world.
Or you might be holding onto hope and faith, the hand on our heart that refuses to give up that dream of a better world, because we know it is possible. I am one of that number, "hand on my stupid heart." I refuse to believe humanity will not rise above this current chapter.
You feel powerless when looking at the state of the world and would love to put a plaster on the pain; I believe in the healing of dancing and weaving it into a poem it became an Incantation for becoming. Even when you dance with a limp or like me just in your own lounge Any relaxation what works for you is good as our shared strength will be needed.
Hard times require furious dancing.
Alice Walker
Incantation
for Becoming
I release the butterflies,
I release them into the world,
let them whisper of transformation,
let them speak in hidden patterns,
let them sing
their fluttering joy.
Look
a butterfly resting on clover,
look
dewdrops settling like pearls
on four green petals,
silent witnesses of luck,
of this simple grace,
that we are here,
living life in the light.
Remember this:
darkness comes before dawn.
Remember this:
dark and light are one path,
one creation,
woven together,
as constellations are woven
into ancient patterns
across the sky.
So dance through life,
dance through every hall you enter.
Learn the steps as you go.
Let them echo in your body,
let them echo in your bones,
until you are fluent
in the language of movement,
until your body remembers
what it has always known.
