"We have come to be danced"

I know, I haven't written for a month and a half. It isn't that I haven't had things to write about or had time ... I don't have a good excuse.

I just read a poem in the Christiane Northrup newsletter that I wanted to share. The is 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 out 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, mokey do dance one,
two dance like you one two three,
dance like 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 shaman shakin' ancient bones
dance the strip us from our casings,
return our wings, sharpen our claws
and tongues dance the shed dead
cells and slip into the luminous skin
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 of our thighs
dance the mother may I? yes you
may take 10 giant leaps danced the
Olly Olly Oxen Free Freee dance
the everyone can come tour heaven dance

We have come to be danced where
the kingdom's collide in the cathedral
of flesh to burn back into the light to
unravel, to play, to fly, to pray to root
in skin sanctuary

We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME