Spring Fever

 

Spring is giving me a fever

Telling me to wear red

Kick off my shoes

And dance around to the music of your flute

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I’m leaving my chores undone

I’m following you outside

Letting the sunlight kiss my bare skin

and smiling because it stays light past seven

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Tonight, I will gaze at the stars without freezing my ass off

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Spring is chasing me down

The vernal faeries are tugging at my sleeves

and pulling my hair

They keep chanting like white noise:

“Create! 

Make Art! 

Make Love! 

Kiss someone!”

Their little voices are humming along

Buzzing sacrum to crown

up and down my spine

Laughing and frolicking

while casting spontaneous promptings

upon my verdant mind

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Oh, the tide is returning!

Take your shoes off with me

Let’s run around like children

playing hide-and-seek for hours

until we find the right moment

to fold ourselves back into being

nothing

but a wave surrendering to

its own calling

*

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Spring kisses upon you

Blessed be

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Shakti Dance

 

I don’t get out much.  You don’t need my excuses about being a hard-working mother of teenage children who are eating me out of house and home.  The deeper truth is that I love being at home, I love tuning in to my own energy, I love unplugging from the whir of being out in the world.  I am naturally quiet.  I love sleep.  A night at home is bliss.

But when I do get out, I’m in.  Because yolo.

And when I’m smart and remember my earplugs like I did last night, I can get right in front of the stage, right up next to the speakers, and I can let that bass and that sound and that noise take me on their current and let me break out of my thoughts, even the ones I didn’t know I was having.

The music moves my body, not my thinking.  The vibration of pounding sound awakens my deeper pulse, the pulse that’s here for a purpose much more exciting than just keeping me alive.  The pulse that is beating the rhythm of Shakti, the divine creative force within each of us.  Male, female, or however we choose to identify, Shakti brought us into this world and to Shakti we return.  She awakens as the serpent inside of us, the one who begins to uncoil at the base of the spine.  She rises like the Goddess waking up from deep sleep, and stretching through each of the chakras to enlighten us to the pure bliss of being Her child.

She will make you all kinds of uncomfortable and feel all kinds of crazy when a force in you begins to wonder about Her, preparing to let Her out.  Let it happen.  Find your way in to your deepest center and respond like the innocent you are: with craving, with love, with forgiveness.  The desire for your primordial self takes over and you don’t care what you look like, or if you’re the only one dancing.

Your thoughts roll through you and out of you like a fast-moving train, you can’t catch them, you are waving goodbye while you dance in the station right next to the speaker.  You and the entire train station crowd know you’re not going anywhere tonight.  The musicians are out, they’ve taken over the station, and we are mesmerized while they channel Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Beck – as music all their own, like a baby born out of the great poets of rock & roll.

Your thoughts might keep falling pointless stars, but the bass is so loud and the music is so good – Shakti Kundalini is winning tonight.