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The Grace Dancer's

These are the Grace dancers:

studious teachers, contagious dancers, inter dimensional nondenominational shamans, singers & spirit raisers, mothers, my sisters, and the movement within oneself that brings about grace in the 'Grace' MusicmotionPictureShort and i tell you!!!...

after watching them dance every week,

while i was dancing with logistics, and frustration, and joy, and overwhelm, and gratitude...

playing with the lil' big homie Sean,

playing "leap frog", "give mommy presents", and "follow me around while i turn everything into a playground"...

holding newborn Khayri and matching my breath to his, my vibration to ours

and being washed with utterly unconditional love...

and after the madness of countess cancellations, logistics, reschedules, finding props for free, working with 20 people on a for the love budget etc...

i'm learning to relax into the unknown, to enjoy the dance , to dance with it all, to lead and to follow...

i'm learning i don't need a reason to smile

and i don't have to give myself a reason to frown

i'm learning what i really believe when things get hard

unearthing my buried broken hearts

and planting them again in more fertile soil
i'm learning to care

and to let go

i'm learning to love for no reason

because then it would stand to reason that no reason could make me stop ;)

i'm learning myself

and every genuine glimpse shows me you

looking at me looking at you

what a mirror-cle! ;)

like the soaring of a reaching flower

still. peaceful.

and soaring...

a yearning so great,

so deeply rooted,

it takes flight into it's own skies

the heart is the sun and the flower

each dream i live.

what fertility. underneath the underneath. dreaming is already like splashing below the surface of the water and opening your eyes except sometimes it's the dirt garden surface instead of water and oh, this is what seeds are up to before they pop through.

root the root. we drink the sky

-noa wotton

Your and my ignorance play us against us each other

Let us grow a garden of awareness

And feed the world with the food our garden grew

I Wrote A Good Omelet

I Wrote A Good Omelet

I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem...

after loving you

Buttoned my car...and drove my coat home..in the rain...

after loving you

I goed on red...and stopped on green...

floating somewhere in between...

being here and being there...

after loving you

I rolled my bed...turned down my hair...

slightly confused but...I don't care...
Laid out my teeth...and gargled my gown...

then I stood ...and laid me down...

to sleep...

after loving you

Written by Nikki Giovanni

does it really make sense,
to de-sensitize ourselves?

since sense is what makes sense…

does it really fly
to deny ourselves our wings, the wind, and the limitlessness of the skies.

it must be a stage,
this pretending.

don’t feed me lines
don’t give me props
don’t under study
ask me, “what’s at play?”

playwright
become a free write

in fact, don’t write or wrong at all
open your curtains like waterfalls open rivers
and pour in on me…