Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Dancers––poem by Dorothy
Dancers
All around we are seeing
a world in ruins.
I do not need to tell you
all the things going wrong.
Yet there is an another world
rising and unfolding
within and without.
The frequencies are changing.
People are feeling it everywhere
and becoming
that which is more than
they have been.
I know.
In have met them again
and again and
they are beautiful.
They are dancing
amidst the rubble,
night and day,
they are ascending,
they are making love
with the unseen.
Dorothy Walters
April 10, 2018
