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I'm a former features reporter for the Chicago Sun Times and Arizona Daily Star, published author, contributor to...lots of sites. For the love of it...


I've been a writer all my life. Before I could actually write, I recited little stories to myself. Making sense of my life before I knew what life was, really...


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  • Cynthia Dagnal-Myron

We have come to be danced...

Updated: Feb 5



Rob Brezsny, the only astrologer I trust now, sent this poem with his forecasts for this week. I was mesmerized. My former "most trusted"astrologer, poet soul friend Isaac Kirkman who passed away recently--I wrote about that--would have swayed to this one:


WE HAVE COME TO BE DANCED


by Jewel Mathieson


We have come to be danced

Not the pretty dance

Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance

But the claw our way back into the belly

Of the sacred, sensual animal dance

The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance

The holding the precious moment in the palms

Of our hands and feet dance.


We have come to be danced

Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance

But the wring the sadness from our skin dance

The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.

The slap the apology from our posture dance.


We have come to be danced

Not the monkey see, monkey do dance

One two dance like you

One two three, dance like me dance

but the grave robber, tomb stalker

Tearing scabs and scars open dance

The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.


We have come to be danced

Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle

But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama

Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance

The strip us from our casings, return our wings

Sharpen our claws and tongues dance

The shed dead cells and slip into

The luminous skin of love dance.


We have come to be danced

Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance

But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance

The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance

The mother may I?

Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance

The olly olly oxen free free free dance

The everyone can come to our heaven dance.


We have come to be danced

Where the kingdoms collide

In the cathedral of flesh

To burn back into the light

To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray

To root in skin sanctuary


We have come to be danced


WE HAVE COME


Now...go do YOUR dance...


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CYNTHIA DAGNAL-MYRON

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