Music, dancing and dreaming

37........how the time has danced on by,
Dark paths and illuminated....
Love and fear.....
Grief, yes,......and strangely optimisim.
The beat, that inaudible drum...the heartbeat....Being present, the body and mind are connected.
I have a painting of a girl flying in the dark of night, with a golden blanket...into the stars, thankyou....sweet artist from my past, Your name was Joy..you were american.
Soul mates and who are my enemies?
walking, dancing, dreaming, lost and found..That gossamer invisible web, take me to Asia, for I feel at home there.Gypsies, the blood red rose, hanging from my lips.
Watch me dance, latin.....and be moody, and be loving, and be loyal, and be angry and sad, and be human.
Oh how graceful it all feels...yet......my black dog is sitting at my front door, and I had a dream that a black dog was my ally????we have a certain repect for one another now....
the bandaid has been taken off my soul, I can feel, I can be me, I am no longer subdued, It is a scary dark path....nightmares when you know you are dreaming....The strength to hold the torch higher, and say fuck off, be gone......There are angels and devils, fairies and norty pixies out there to be sure....My world view encompases the yin and yang the dark and light, the intergrated whole......