Remembering Who I Really Am, I Remove My Shoes
Oh no, my partner in this weaving dance,
I’ve never doubted your pattern, the purpose in your steps
The Goddess is, verily, your choreographer
The chaos is mine. Indeed . . . inherently, intrinsically, innately mine
I was raised on free verse, free movement
I began dancing barefoot, throwing words at the paper like a confetti of joy
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
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