The Dance
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiralling down into the ache within the ache.
And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall,
to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.
Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle
not to change the world, but to love it.
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
This poem is sensationally accurate.
Just the very first lines - the invitation to dance but to accept the invitation graciously and without impulse. To undertake the dance with awareness of the dance itself. It is a commitment to something more than just a passing phase, a fad.
Within the dance she asks him not to be boasting of desires and wants but to actually show the hearts desires. It's in the actions that the real intention shows. Words are meaningless. Show me she says. Your actions speak louder than any words spoken or shouted. Actions are what really matter.
The meaning is from within the soul, and the soul informs my sense of being. And through the way that we are, we will know each other. The truth is there and through the truth we create choices - we can see who we are and if we like what we see we can realise each other and carry on or choose to go our separate ways. So long as we are being who we really are then we give each other that respect. Pretence simply removes that dignity.
And like The Prophet says, being side by side, not too close to be bound by the weeds and not so far apart that we cannot keep the roof over our heads, then as tow individuals, we can dance together, following the twists and turns side by side, supporting the moves and the twists that need to be made however difficult.
But if we are too entwined we will trip each other or too far apart we will lose the touch that informs the next moves.
The poem also talks about recognising shortcomings as well as knowing strengths. Recognising what needs to be worked on is the gift of strength. It is with this awareness that the dance grows stronger. The strengths exist only for that moment and without nurture and vigilance they become weak and worthless. It is knowing the shortcomings that keeps the dance alive and real, and a reminder that we are two beings doing our best, the dance will be imperfect. That is the beauty.
And with that awareness we can go to places that are beyond the wildest imagination. See things and comprehend depths that fulfill the heart and soul, places of such incredible beauty and peace. A place of increasing knowing. The heart and soul filled with bliss and love emanating from the very centre of the Universe. It is possible I am sure if the dance is pure to the very best of our ability. Nothing will compare.
Embrace and accept everything and everyone just as is, this is the very essence. Nurture the soul and the Universe returns in abundance for our needs. We need nothing more, we will have enough.
Don;t say Yes! Just take my hand and dance with me. How I feel the possibility.
Values -
i don't like the smelly burp wafting into my breathing air
i try not to breathe in
ha ha ha
I have a titty squash at the hospital tomorrow - well now today. I do not look forward to this and soon I have a visit to the neurologist. I am interested but scared too.
It's not so much fun getting older. But with someone who would like to dance it would not matter. The last breath would be in thanks for everything so worthwhile. Seeing the wonders through the dance.
The poem to me speaks of some basic principles - self and partner, openness and honesty, selflessness, gratitude and acceptance, willingness and effort.
I watched a film - House of Sand and Fog.
Gosh what a film. I am not quite sure what I think.
I do think Ben Kingsley is a tremendous actor. He plays this role as well as any I see him perform and those that I have seen are always this good.
The story was annoying in a sense - so much tragedy through one persons chaos and an inefficient system. An obsessive policeman in his own chaos.
It was chaotic people and their chaotic lives emerging on each other. Pride, addiction, fear, cowardice in a way, love, anger, loss, and more that I can't name right now - all emerging and creating a different kind of chaos all of it's own. I felt incredibly sad with the ending. No one won. No one at all. Emptiness. Pointless all round. How tragic. How wasteful. How careless.
I need to sleep.
I feel enormous love for JH. I hope he takes my hand in the dance
Bliss
XX
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiralling down into the ache within the ache.
And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall,
to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.
Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle
not to change the world, but to love it.
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
This poem is sensationally accurate.
Just the very first lines - the invitation to dance but to accept the invitation graciously and without impulse. To undertake the dance with awareness of the dance itself. It is a commitment to something more than just a passing phase, a fad.
Within the dance she asks him not to be boasting of desires and wants but to actually show the hearts desires. It's in the actions that the real intention shows. Words are meaningless. Show me she says. Your actions speak louder than any words spoken or shouted. Actions are what really matter.
The meaning is from within the soul, and the soul informs my sense of being. And through the way that we are, we will know each other. The truth is there and through the truth we create choices - we can see who we are and if we like what we see we can realise each other and carry on or choose to go our separate ways. So long as we are being who we really are then we give each other that respect. Pretence simply removes that dignity.
And like The Prophet says, being side by side, not too close to be bound by the weeds and not so far apart that we cannot keep the roof over our heads, then as tow individuals, we can dance together, following the twists and turns side by side, supporting the moves and the twists that need to be made however difficult.
But if we are too entwined we will trip each other or too far apart we will lose the touch that informs the next moves.
The poem also talks about recognising shortcomings as well as knowing strengths. Recognising what needs to be worked on is the gift of strength. It is with this awareness that the dance grows stronger. The strengths exist only for that moment and without nurture and vigilance they become weak and worthless. It is knowing the shortcomings that keeps the dance alive and real, and a reminder that we are two beings doing our best, the dance will be imperfect. That is the beauty.
And with that awareness we can go to places that are beyond the wildest imagination. See things and comprehend depths that fulfill the heart and soul, places of such incredible beauty and peace. A place of increasing knowing. The heart and soul filled with bliss and love emanating from the very centre of the Universe. It is possible I am sure if the dance is pure to the very best of our ability. Nothing will compare.
Embrace and accept everything and everyone just as is, this is the very essence. Nurture the soul and the Universe returns in abundance for our needs. We need nothing more, we will have enough.
Don;t say Yes! Just take my hand and dance with me. How I feel the possibility.
Values -
i don't like the smelly burp wafting into my breathing air
i try not to breathe in
ha ha ha
I have a titty squash at the hospital tomorrow - well now today. I do not look forward to this and soon I have a visit to the neurologist. I am interested but scared too.
It's not so much fun getting older. But with someone who would like to dance it would not matter. The last breath would be in thanks for everything so worthwhile. Seeing the wonders through the dance.
The poem to me speaks of some basic principles - self and partner, openness and honesty, selflessness, gratitude and acceptance, willingness and effort.
I watched a film - House of Sand and Fog.
Gosh what a film. I am not quite sure what I think.
I do think Ben Kingsley is a tremendous actor. He plays this role as well as any I see him perform and those that I have seen are always this good.
The story was annoying in a sense - so much tragedy through one persons chaos and an inefficient system. An obsessive policeman in his own chaos.
It was chaotic people and their chaotic lives emerging on each other. Pride, addiction, fear, cowardice in a way, love, anger, loss, and more that I can't name right now - all emerging and creating a different kind of chaos all of it's own. I felt incredibly sad with the ending. No one won. No one at all. Emptiness. Pointless all round. How tragic. How wasteful. How careless.
I need to sleep.
I feel enormous love for JH. I hope he takes my hand in the dance
Bliss
XX
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