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
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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
As she would when she met a stranger
“This is strange … and I love it…”

Order in the chaos,
Ridiculed by many,
Admired by few,
Loved by all that surrounded her,
Yet perfect in her imperfections.

Of her disarrayed tune:
Aloof yet melodic.
It triggered goosebumps,
And lightheadedness.
Her body swayed,
As though dancing with the wind,
In a choir of butterflies and children,
Playing with the chords of humour,
That erupted a cheer
From deep within her soul.

She met her best friend
Her soul mate
Her saviour
Her twin
Herself.

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