Radical Aliveness

Ecstatic Dance in 9 Chapters

1)

So I danced tonight

with medicine

I'm still a little high

Still in my right brain

Still in Hang---

Taking time to integrate,

and

Celebrate Now.

I noticed:

My first touch

received, “don't press, don't press.”

My last touch

received “don't squeeze my neck

that way.”

Unfazed

and going for what I want

Everything in

Between

was extraordinary.

I listened.

With confidence.

My responses

were radically

Receptive

Radically Supportive.

'G' was undone

He wanted to ravish me.

'C' exploded

in the halo

of my attention,

my relating.

'L' popped in delight

by my audacious

innocence.

Be solid.

Then I can find you.

Then you can have me.

My touch

penetrates to your core

if you have one

if you'll be there

if you'll let me,

There is nothing more

delicious.

2)

I noticed:

That when I own my dance

You come to me.

And when you do

I notice you.

You feel me dancing

with your core

And when you do,

you give me more

of you.

To which I respond,

“have me.”

3)

'A' allows me

to dance with her.

I listen impeccably,

only following

only following

She receives me:

my body

my bones,

As long as I ask

for nothing.

4)

I sing with 'V'

“Eastern vocals with

Western Tunes”

My body loves to tone

this loudly

with all my lungs

all my heart

all my power.

How does she know?

How do I know

that I know?

I can't show my work

So DON'T ASK

I just know.

It's OK. I'm OK THIS IS

OK.

OK.

I notice

that others are

attracted

to my singing, dancing

self.

There is energy here.

There is life

There is Me.

I am channeling

I am a channel.

A Hollow

Channel.

When, for a moment

I am

noticing me;

Noticing me

rather than

Being

Me--

The magic collapses

The grace disappears

The connection falters.

Of course!

I am a poet.

Not an analyst.

I feel,

and I act.

If I stop to think about it

I freeze.

In doubt.

'B' introduces 'V'

at the end

As an afterthought.

She gets the loudest

and longest

applause.

5)

“I have to live

with my left hip,”

says 'A'

Funny my left hip is paining me

also.

In the dance I find

a classic pose--

My low back arched

my torso raised.

My posture is exquisite

And my left hip screams.

It hurts so good.

Afterward

I'm compelled to stretch.

I discover a muscle

between my quad and hamstring

that is twisted in pain.

Suddenly I know

this is about

my left toe!

I give my leg

my full attention.

I see now,

that even the most

Body Aware

can fail to pay

attention.

But what a talent

I possess.

Anyone touched by me

is blessed.

6)

When I stopped reaching for 'A'--

she turned away.

I found myself

to my surprise

reaching for my Self.

And I was there for me.

7)

I am

a Dancing Healer,

Medicine Woman.

I am

not Amma

the hugging Saint.

I am

Amae (Zing)

the Dancing Saint.

I have Medicine

for everyone I touch

Whether you know it or not,

I rock!

8)

How can one fail

to feel

the full impact

of this Love

I offer?

9)

Only

with eyes closed

Can I follow

Open eyes give me ideas!

dHG (harmony)

3/24/11

Artwork by Janna Mitchell

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