April 2, 2002
A Dream of Healing
by robin birdfeather
The parts of us, scattered, broken, strewn in the crumbled jumble of a megalith
that reached falsely higher than our intimacies could support
These sad grieving parts of us assigned to the graveyard of our too lofty ambitions,
these parts carry our collective illusions, our strivings for liberating glory,
our temporary elevations of the world of physical worth.
I dance in a dream of slow moving circles of observance
I feel the extra dimension beyond the obvious, the great solace available to all
through the door that opens always to the call of true need
I dance the re-weaving dance for suddenly disconnected souls,
the careful connecting dance.
We each dance what we know, sometimes swimming our dances
in the great flood of sorrows loosed on the earth
We take small steps in new directions that we can see and not see,
steps of faith that embody what we know to be good.
Let us take hands where we can in this great healing metaphysical dance
Let us leave no one out this time
Let our dance be as considerate
as full of joy and justice
as healing as a beating heart
as thoughtful as a holy person
as fair as a blind judge
as kind as an angel
as passionate as a poet of peace.
Our parts, each of us, are holy, whole, on the holy ground of this holy planet
in this holy universe
We are each parts of each other within the hologram that is all there is.
Let us dance with our common senses leading the beat
Let us dance our way out of fear
Let us leave no being, no life forms, out of the circle of our minds and actions
Let us intend to make this the widest deepest dance we have ever imagined
Let us dance in the mind, the heart, the eye of Spirit.
© robin birdfeather 2/1/02