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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
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    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2015-08-31T08:54:33Z</updated>
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    <title>Poem - When I Dance</title>
    <published>2015-08-31T08:54:33Z</published>
    <updated>2015-08-31T08:54:33Z</updated>
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    <dw:mood>contemplative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">I danced at a techno contradance.  The experience was ecstatic, in a psychedelic way.  I shared this with a fellow dancer and they agreed that the experience could not be matched.  The poem “When I Dance” barely shares the nature of the dancing experience.  I say barely because too much cannot be put into words.  It can only be directly felt in direct participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Dance&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 242 – 20150831&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you feel&lt;br /&gt;how I do when I dance&lt;br /&gt;the world would be a better place,&lt;br /&gt;the world would live to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Internalize God's message&lt;br /&gt;of music both profane and profound,&lt;br /&gt;the destiny is the same,&lt;br /&gt;the lifting of hearts above the veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the music as a pulse,&lt;br /&gt;to move the feet in response,&lt;br /&gt;to piper's request for unity&lt;br /&gt;under the banner of music's peace.&lt;br /&gt;War and strife vanish for us,&lt;br /&gt;distractions removed in part&lt;br /&gt;by the rhythm of life's heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;felt from one chest to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To connect with another,&lt;br /&gt;under the cover of music's covers,&lt;br /&gt;to be absolved in fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;of skins' craving to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exists between the beats&lt;br /&gt;the handhold of the partner,&lt;br /&gt;timed to move together as one,&lt;br /&gt;progressed only to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you feel,&lt;br /&gt;experience a hint of what I see,&lt;br /&gt;when I embrace the muse of dance&lt;br /&gt;the world would be better place.&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask you to dance,&lt;br /&gt;lead you to that ecstatic place,&lt;br /&gt;God would grants us a boon,&lt;br /&gt;living life on the edge of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=560982" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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