"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

small stone: day nine

drums beat
hips sway
slow and gentle,
then staccato sharp
skirts fly
a dip, a turn
undulations to the music
a secret in the eyes,
music in the hands
a heartbeat
the dance


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