Thursday: Cosmic Dancer

Cosmic Dancer
Dancing on the edge of the future
A primitive rhythm.
A rhythm so old, so forgotten.
It moves like a new song from the East.
A cosmic dance that has no ending. No Beginning.
Only a returning.
Risen from the ashes of the enslaved Goddess,
A deadened body awakens,
Resurrected by the love of men and women.
Collectively.
Separately.
We rediscover love of self.
We rediscover love of each other.
An energy lying seemingly dead for eons,
Awakens for the dance.
A dance not of destruction
But of recreation.
Gathering together the torn and bleeding body of a planet
Ready for healing.
The healing of the cosmic dance.
A dance that does not follow,
But leads to the edge of the future,
And returns to the promise of the past...
Before the Goddess slept
in the ashes of a cold and deadened moon.
The Goddess in each person remembers.
Collectively.
Separately.
We dance the dance.
Rising from the earth
Soaring past the moon.
Eclipsing the sun.
Drawing the forces of life
to the dance.
The cosmic dance.
Recreating the edge of the future.