"Autism & Memoirs of an Old Maid"…C'hele's Story

July 24, 2007

The Wild Dance ~

Filed under: Poetry — C'hele @ 10:56

The lion beckons me to listen to the hyena

But the tiger lingers in the distance

The dusting of orange terracotta

Covers the rain on my skin

The waves of heat know no mercy

And the scent of soil is heady and earthy

It reminds me of an ancient memory

But the drum call in the distance summons

Many mysteries that my body responds to

So I dance for liberation, I dance for peace,

I dance to the skies…I dance for Love.




  1. Dance is a very powerful expression for me. Some people just don’t get it but it sounds like you do. Peace.

    Comment by mrachel — July 24, 2007 @ 22:04

  2. It a form of movement mediation and I appreciate the fluidity and the freedom that this kind of expression provides. You bet! 😉

    Comment by cheles — July 24, 2007 @ 22:43

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