This not me,
dancing face
illuminating what is,
the south of my north,
the east of my west,
holder of veils,
an adept walking backwards
all the while flying forwards
as my arms
stretch before me to find tomorrow
not knowing it is yesterday I run for…
This not me,
dancing face
releasing the frozen fire,
the burning ice of my youth
relegated to the no man’s land
of straight back chairs
and layer upon layer of coats,
shirts, and hugs that reach for the light side…
This not me,
dancing face
dark and beautiful,
emerging into my consciousness
for the first time to speed
with stillness across
hardwood floors and dancing lovers arms,
feet, legs, torsos, and heads
reconfiguring
into the mystery of
discovering that all ways
are up and down,
right and left
and in-between is only the space
of breathing into becoming.

Lea Goode-Harris
March 23, 2006
Body-Prayer Dance Class
Illuminating What Is