Let us name ourselves

Women let us name ourselves once more

We who have had our names stolen

Women let us name ourselves

Let us call ourselves

Troublemaker

Defiant

Abnormal

Problem

Rebel

Women

Dancer

Artist

Speaker

Seeker

Women let us name ourselves

Let us call ourselves

Maiden

Mother

Queen and crone

Let us name ourselves

Let us name each other

When we name ourselves

We will hear ourselves

First in whispers.

Today I name myself: Rainbow

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Moon

Moon doesn’t stay the sme

Moon has cycles

Changes

Different

Always dancing

Appearing

Retreating

Advancing

Light

Dark

Rising

Setting

She is restless

Can’t sit still

Always in motion

I think that the moon has

Attention deficit disorder:

She is

Beautiful

Defiant

A dancer wild and free!!

 

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October Leaf

October leaf

Whirling

Spinning

Sailing

Flying

Floating

Falling

Dancing

On the way down

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If I were not…

If I were not afraid of driving in the dark

I would take more journeys

If I were not afraid to die

I wold live in the moment

If I were not afraid to go too fast I would dance

If I were not afraid to grow old

I would let my hair become a cloud of silver

And if I were not afraid to fall

I would become a waterfall

Pouring myelf down over the edge

Into a still lake of gold

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Intuition

Intuition is a hand

Reaching upward

To touch

Surprise

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Truth

 

Truth is a box

On the table

Beautifully wrapped

That we are afraid

To open

Because it could be either

A gift

 

Or a bomb.

 

Truth can explode

Blowing into bits

That which we think

We

Need

Truth ccan blow away

Relationships

Jobs

Homes

Habits

Beliefs

Lives

Lies

The fear of truth is the terrorist

Truth is sitting in a box on your table

Will you open it?

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Longing

My heart is longing

For silent time

Time to hear

The breath of the trees

 

 

Posted November 17, 2012 by DancingButterflyArt in Uncategorized