Dancing on the ocean's surface; not for me
Into the deepest blue, I dive, waltzing in unchartered waters
Shimmying, shaking up seagrass, sargassum
Tangoing with hourglass dolphins
Rumba to Rumba, marrying waves with my emerald strands
Alegrias, "Queen of the Flamenco," I am the queen of bottomless treasures
Cha-Cha-Ing unsighted territory beyond the periphery; golden wings curtsy
Tap dancing into the center, floating without a ripple; tranquility
Interpretive aquabob, simple, balanced; a collective partnership
One-stepping, swimming with the tide never going against the current
Nodding to real-time, Novelette-not; a dying world flooded by unfocused dancers
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"Unless we as human beings heal ourselves inside, we will not survive as a world"-Jyoti
This is my favorite quote from the Healing Earth Tarot book by Jyoti and David McKie.
We must un-our-realities, and dig deeper to heal ourselves and our world!
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Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli2 days ago in Poets
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