Posted by trouble on March 19, 2002, at 23:50:51
i am a dancer. dancing is my spiritual practice, my meditation, when i walk i'm like a samba, i am grounded by the discipline of dance. i'm sorry for letting addictions replace my source, years pass until i am no longer worthy, but the body forgives, i have been dancing, going back to the silent budda baby who experiences life through her senses this being i destroyed because she antagonizes women and drives men wild. i am my mother's daughter.
she is in me but i am not her. she gave me dance and she gave me music and i thank you mother this is the gift you gave to me and it will endure in honor of your beauty, your twisted fucked up remarkable beauty you placed in the service of seducing and dominating men but that was you mom, your contrivance, not mine, i don't have to fear the things you offer i can take what you gave me without becoming you. my heart is open and grateful and that is enough.
enough,
sufficient,
perfection,
just this much more as more is excessive
superfluidity, that was you, Ella
fluidity will be enough for me you can still be my mother, that would be enough for me.love,
robin
poster:trouble
thread:20305
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