i came here
i did not come here just to love you
i came here
to be love
together with you
to dance
and in one another
come home
breathlessly with these deep sighing waves
eternally and endlessly
like stars
i came here
to be together with you
in love
Tag: dance
sequel
when we dance the mountains sing inside us and we bloom a riot of wild flowers
When writing the above several years ago, I was inspired by a specific experience of dancing outdoors in the countryside with a view of the mountains in the distance. It was an attempt to put into a few words, the sensation and experiential totality of dancing that encompasses body, music and song, place, culture, and heritage. We do in fact, give birth to worlds through the dancing body.
Last night I was thinking about what to share for this week’s blog post, and this passage came to me as apropos sequel to last week’s, “shall we dance?” What happens when we do dance? Particularly, when we dance together? Maybe we do indeed bring new and gentle worlds into being… we bloom, like wild flowers, a beautiful riot all over the sacred mountains.
shall we dance
An angel picked me off the floor and whispered, softly into my ears: Here is the flower of gratitude, my love, it is the most potent medicine for healing the body—with its particular heart and mind— no matter how truly weary. Never mind fighting battles because —there are no enemies— healing is not a call to arms healing is an embrace with the light with love a dance beyond duality into oneness where heaven is earth and earth is heaven Opening my eyes i saw this light singing And gave thanks with love in my heart and healing in my hands I looked my angel in the eyes and made a vow right then and right there Arigato, Angel i replied. Shall we dance?
house of love
in the black ink of sky stars dance toes dipped in glitter bodies draped in sheer silk swirling, arched, sweeping they scribe a new path across the milky way and ignite fire in this body burning a virgin light tumbled raw open and naked yet wrapped up in these angel arms i'm carried across the threshold into a new spiral of glittering galaxies into this dance into this eternal house of love
beauty
maybe if i spill open my heart at the break of dawn and let love shine like sun gold as it climbs over peaks tops and ridges glittering everything into new day and maybe if i embrace the light with noontide soaring to release my fears from the shadows secrets and silence like feathers they'll erupt into euphoria and flight maybe if i serenade the dark as dusk deepens and surrender my dreams like sand they drift to ocean beds singing dancing and shifting into pearls sparkling in the night and maybe if i pour my self into the soft fold of night to fall steeped in love like moons swollen cradled and hungry for the round gravity of blackness then surely when i dance for you until i die and give my body to a sacred fire in beauty i will have danced lived prayed and loved in beauty i will embrace death
Viennese Waltz 88
in the arms of the sun
i lose myself to this world
spinning around and around and
around
inside this open sky blue
and here
here in these arms of the sun
time alone
stands still
epilogue two
i dance to breathe
and
breathe to dance
to fly
to fly
to my sun
i dance
in the light, and
on the light feather of the hawk
so swift so soft and so
f i e r c e
i fly
to my sun burning
on fire
burning brightly
and, oh so lightly
on these skins, these mountain skins
and i breathe
i breathe
i breathe to dance
dance to breathe
here
between heaven and
here
between heaven and this
earth
embodied
have you ever felt that? Earth—in your body, breathing... a sweet sigh, and then a swift intake what song does she sing passing through your skin your surface soft, light, and open dancing here under this boundless sky? to whom or to what absolute and singular love does she serenade?
The above “photo-poem” was made when I was still placing print on top of photos and unfortunately, I don’t have the original photo now. I also haven’t been able to recapture the same feeling—the same ineffable sensation of breathing—in another photo. But perhaps on some mysterious, sweet, and softly lit day, I will again find the perfect set of trees and sky, breathing.
Have you experienced something similar? A discovery of the world breathing through your body? Or your body breathing through the extended world around you? In this physically embodied realization of connection, we discover that we ourselves are love. Love itself. Nothing other than love. We discover oneness and totality, beauty and grace. Hózhó. An absolute and singular love.
さくらさくら sakura sakura
singing in pink light this crown of floating petals carries my heart home
What is it for you, which carries your heart back to your faraway home? Be it geographical or temporal distance? Have you ever felt that? That twinge? That pang in your heart when the great distance announces itself abruptly, with such eloquence? Suddenly, in a moment, you are both here and there. Or rather, simultaneously there and not there.
For me, it is sakura*—the cherry blossoms. Their delicate lightness acquiring a new sense of gravity in a home away from home. Bittersweetness, in full bloom. And so still, i dance under the trees of pink reverie; drunk with beauty. Here and There. Everywhere.
*While the chrysanthemum may be the national flower of Japan and the seal of the imperial family, sakura—the cherry blossom—is without doubt, the national “people’s flower” of Japan. When sakura blossom in spring, many people enjoy walks or picnics and parties under the soft canopies of pink petals. Many years ago (before the date which it was published), I wrote another blog post which illuminates the significance of sakura in Japan: https://michiruadrienne.com/2021/06/02/grace/
into the light
t um blin g at the edge of the world i fall down tumbling with the awkward grace of a dancer unhinged unfettered unbridled and entirely undone free free now and cascading freely down and over the edge and at last tumbling tumbling down t um blin g down and and into the l i g h t
Michiru Adrienne 