Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Deva Premal––poem by Dorothy
Deva Premal
Listening to this hidden goddess sing,
I forget who I am,
for I am she.
I move my clasped hands
above my head
to awaken
the sweet centers within.
She rises from the scent
of the blossom
where she resides.
Now it is time to move,
the rhythms of the body
matching the cadence
of the music.
She is honey nectar
and I drink shamelessly,
a hummingbird's tongue
thrusting into a flower.
My body knows how to listen,
where to go.
My body is this, this
frequency of light.
Dorothy Walters
April 8, 2018
(picture from internet)
