If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.
The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?
In times of need I call unto you Abba Father and you answer.
She reminded me that I could write stories,/could be struck by lightning & live.
I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.
My country, ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountainsideLet freedom ring!My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy...
Every style of dance is a tribute to the elements of the spirit.
having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.
I like your body. I like what it does. I like it’s hows.
The rainbow across the sky after a storm confirms Your kindness and Your forgiving heart.
Justice DeniedThousands of women, probably moreI cannot reach them behind justice doorsMany stay silent, barred just like me.Haunted by demons, faces unseen.Still by the hundreds, they continue to serveDuty and country, active and reserve.Thankless, forgotten...
Mine, said the stone,mine is the hour.I crush the scissors,such is my power.Stronger than wishes,my power, alone.Mine, said the paper,mine are the wordsthat smother the stonewith imagined birds,reams of them, flownfrom the mind of the...
Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.
Look into words for the tomb of spacewhere beauties & stones & eternities untangle.(…)In them is the flood which bothers the seaand the songs which need no music.Say these words that evolve into silence,whose language...