My Co-respond Dance

A poem and a prayer

I promise to write back
to the void,
to the dark goddess
who waits for us.

I promise to write
on our behalf since
I’m consumed by word
as well as dance.

Or, are they different?
Christian and Jew both
know Word as Dabar
Word as Body.

My own teachers said
words are dancers,
a truth that freed life
to pour out of me.

You letters of skin,
elemental alphabets,
zigging and waltzing
only to be punctuated,

I will write you back
to no one
to the void
to the death.

I will write you back
because I am
this dancing word
born to do just that,

respond and
give back
again and again,
beyond gratitude.

Thank you, little letters
that dance and write
dance and write me,
so I might read you in me.

There is nothing or no one that can take our soul. Where soul is, there we are, the me of me and the you of you. Wherever the ache and the pain are, that is the dance we are invited to do. We don’t have to love it or like it. But we can move it out, beyond, into, and through. And on days when it is too hard, we can make tiny scratches of art, pinch or lose ourselves, roll, and button ourselves up because bodies know what bodies know. In desperate times, get thee to a soul space. For me it will be a dance chapel in the HIdden Monastery, 4:30 PM pacific every Monday. Why? Because the dancing soul rests in the Dancing Intelligence whose way is unending life after life.