Thursday, December 06, 2018
Sometimes a Wild God––poem by Dorothy
Sometimes a Wild God
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
Tom Hirons
Never trust a god who doesn't dance.
Alain Danielou
He doesn't knock.
He simply appears
in the middle of your
living room.
He wants to dance with you.
He begins to swirl and
you take a turn or two
together.
You feel his breath
like a sweet cloud
upon your neck.
His energy body
begins to flow as a frequency
into yours.
Then he wants to
kiss you.
He says, "We have done this before.
Many times in the forest,
by the stream,
while the birds sang
and the swaying branches beat time
overhead.
Sometimes we lay down together,
moss and aspen leaves
for our bed.
Sometimes we spawned new life,
most of whom remained
in our forest retreat.
You have simply forgotten
who you are.
Your gadgets and activities
have blacked out your
memory of the lost times.
The times when you were a god,
when you danced in the forest,
played your flute beneath the chorus
of echoing stars.
I have come to remind you
who you are,
help you remember
how to dance.
Dorothy Walters
December 4, 2018
