DANCE OF LUNAR FESTIVALS
lunar festivals take me to primitive times
when after bouquets and incense spray the air,
a dance unknowing rigid choreography
pulsates to inner throbs of my body
soaking the nectar of soil beneath my feet,
then to dive among flickers of heat, to drape
a world circling far across stars without
glass nor walls... till all but percussion tempos
inhale the floats inside my lungs, my flesh.
Arms open all cages of birds winging
past trees, hips shedding butterfly threads
floating on sounds of grass waves and
stone kneads ...
how wild, how tender
and unrestrained my child’s spirit.
Somewhere, Prapto whispers, “listen
to heart’s movement; break your head”,
till my whole body connects to the fragrance
of my inner breath, spicy and pungent...
like an odyssey of primitive spins
known only by my soul willing
for a movement... the invisible cloth of dance.
*Prapto is the proponent of free body movement,
a distinguished guru from Java, Indonesia
*Inner body movement-dance connects me
with nature, life , and self... this i enjoy!
In the Year 2012 Contest: Carol Brown
by nette onclaud