So She Dances...
She woke up in the morning, And pinched herself, Gently but firmly: Is this real?” “Who am I?” One… two… three… Four… five… six… Seven…eight…nine… Ten… She is Love and Powerful. Opening her eyes, She was a beautiful mess, She hummed to the rhythm “This is real… I am real…” 22 June 2017 x Her vision and judgment clouded: A sardine in a factory, or A needle in a haystack? Closing her eyes again, Completely still,Controlled breathing, Careful like the waves on a night-tide, Caressing the shore, Counting to ten breaths… She loves wholesomely and unreservedly She is unique She is fiercely gentle She is strong and confident She is independent yet affectionate She is emotional yet perceptive She is spiritually in tune with the wind She is enlightened and awake She is whole and beautiful She observed the tears, Streaming down her cheeks, In the awe of self-love… She released a deep sigh, And giggled foolishly ...