spinning in an orbit
waiting for the next shift
of balance and rhythm
gravitational pull
lines up the heavens
while you spin
a dance of ecstasy
alone in a desire
for the touch of mystery
when the Holy arrives as
a whisper on your cheek
words pulsing in your ear
does the spinning stop
when you simply walk
feet bare toward the light
Pamela Olson, 3/7/09
Beautiful poem~
thank you for sharing what this dance can be like, I was never sure. It sounds as though you do this dance? So many ways on the path to the light.
Such fabulous imagery here.
that is a nice image about dancing and spining up…
Oh, to take that walk!
What a beautiful poem Pam! Your words and picture match up perfectly. Thanks so much for the kind advice you left the other day- so very appreciated!
Patti