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In the moment
before days begin to be measured,
I dance
alone
and love
alone
and find
myself
in one of those moods.
I cry aloud,
Connection! I cry,
Empty space must now be filled!
And
so I squat down
in my secret place
(before there is any place)
I sit upon deepest red and farthest purple
and watch the way my breathing goes.
One
Darkness dreams our spinning grandmothers
and Light
begins her quickening walkabout.
Two
Sun and Moon call forth their chariots'
and planetary rulers assume
their thrones.
Three
Holy Wisdom picks up her baskets of seeds
and wings and waves and trees begin to
sing aloud.
Four
behive, silver egg and drum begin to tick
and my wine-dark womb opens.
In the void
before the earth is peopled
I see
community
and touch
community
and find
myself
well filled with lovingkindness.
I laugh aloud,
Connection! I laugh,
Sacred Space is forever filled!
And so I rise up
from my secret place
(and now the world is born).
I dance its four corners, dance its
deepest center,
and witness all the ways my loving goes.
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