Earth-Pleasure-Dance

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jazm49
jazm49
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     1
This is a protected place.

Here, under the September moon,
in the circle of faces glowing in the fire's light,
we can strip off all we've been or will become,
strip away our day-to-day concerns
and dance naked to the primal throb of drums.

               Earth-Sister,
               Earth-Brother,
               finally we can dance
               open to each other.

               Here we can dance
               to feel the Earth-Joy rise
               and see it shine
               in each other's eyes.

Barefoot on the bedrock of elemental Mysteries

     money doesn't matter
     class doesn't matter
     gender doesn't matter
     beauty doesn't matter
     pride doesn't matter
     race doesn't matter

               Birth.
               Breath.
               Blood.
               Death.

With death dancing beside us, our constant companion,
we learn to acknowledge our profoundest emotions.
We dance to engender a deeper communion.

Naked
we affirm each other's Body-Pleasure with our own:

               hands,
               fingers,
               lips, tongues,
               arms, legs,
               nipples,
               bellies,
               genitals

We celebrate the wonder of this enchanted dust,
tear down walls with each caress.


     2
With the curiosity of fearless children
we plumb the depths of our emotions.

               Dance, Earth-Sister
Become as ancient as the Earth.
               Earth-Brother, dance,
Move in concert with the birth and death of seasons.

               Dance.
               Dance.
               Dance.
               Dance.

Fused with the powers of death and creation
mock the distortions of mere exploitation.
Dance to engender a deeper communion.

Dance to engender a deeper communion.

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