How can I be still in the passionate flow of life?
How can I be silent and quiet and good?
When wind whips through my every organ and I literally feel the taste of a season
When I can see the moon and actually feel her inside me shaking my body creating a song of love and everlasting longing
When I can feel the bark of a tree become one with me
How can I keep this under the bed hidden away for a day when I'm allowed to take out my dancing shoes?!
My rage the fire
my breath the air
my eyes the water
my body the Earth
Arms open I accept these graces
And accept myself.
By: Amy Hunter Drago
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