Ode to the Dance on Breath (published in elephant journal march 2021)
By Teresa Murphy Moore
To move and breathe
It is the dance on breath
It is the dance of the bones and of the tissue
As the dance moves internally
It oscillates the organs
It circulates the heart
As it empties out and empties empties out
The gunk the junk the pathogen’s
This dance on breath is fluid and slow
It fools the eye to watch
and not to know
How it stretches and strengthens the flesh and the bone’s
Of the beholder of this dance on breath…
The mysterious dance on breath around and around it goes
It moves in
It moves out
It encompasses the soul
As this dance on breath this life giving source
Illuminates the engager of this holy and sacred medicinal dance
It flows like water from the well
As it nourishes and nurtures
It’s healing and softness
It’s enduring life force
This dance on breath is the dance we dance
When we are sad weary and stressed
It arrives like a cool drink of water to our dehydrated mind’s and heart
It is the re hydration the re connection when we feel most disconnected
It is the dance we dance to laugh to cry to sigh
About life and love and all those things we fret and dream about
It is this life
The force
The power
The birth
The re birth
The love we so dream and desire of
For this life we live is but a dance of dreams and stars and magic
As we dance along the pulse of life
The beat, the choir of flower’s in summer
We dance the dance of melodies within out bodies our voice’s being heard and unheard
Being seen and unseen
As we take flight to the invisible splendour of this dance on breath
It beckons us toward’s
It’s heaven it’s fairyland it’s dream
As we have dreamt
For eon’s and years and lifetime’s
For WE are the travellers along this path,
For WE are this dance on breath.
