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Feb 2018
Dance with no labels
 
jump, spin, twirl
leaping into thin air
folding into the center
falling from grace’s chair
 
dreams come and go
dreams are life’s theater
try to play your part well
for when the goddess is hungry 
your soul must feed her
 
freedom is emptiness
emptiness is form
let the music take you 
into the eye of the storm
movement is the sacred fire
that makes your body warm 
 
people are never 
going to understand
so why try to make sense
of why we spend half of the budget
on a defensive pretense 
 
we could come together
in unity and song
let's quit spending our hard-earned money
trying to fix what went wrong
 
I suggest we educate our children
with movement, meaning, myth, and art
to finally heal the age-old split
between the mind and the heart 
 
sold on becoming
we lost our salvation
a perplexing situation
dancing became an occupation
 
a means to embodying self 
an invitation for sacred activation
enfolding essence into form
our juicy potential was lost
instinctually responding to heat
the honey bee swarms
 
scarcity implies 
you are not enough
how could it be, this silly lie
for if it were true
the world would be dry
 
still it is wet
and your soul is too
so dance with no labels
and sing as if you
had all the answers 
when you haven’t a clue
 
as to the meaning of things
or the direction we’re heading
just listen closely
and watch the signs as their showing
 
in my heart we are dancing
in my soul we are too
in the world they are waiting
for a harmony to renew
 
the union of love that exists 
between two beings
who have given up labels 
and let go of form
forgotten about borders
and released all taboos
 
these beings are free 
to love as they please
and pleasing it is 
when we all can agree
 
that when you are dancing
without any labels
you can be me and I can be we
then two becomes one
like the seed and the sun
 
a forest has been hidden
inside of a single tree 
this sacred combining
some call it Alchemy
has just begun
but in truth we are eternal
so the great-work is never done
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
94
 
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