I dance barefoot….
under the full moon of harvest….
by next full moon all the Souls
of my tribe will be gathering.
I dance barefoot….
crushing the camomile and clover
with my toes and allowing the medicine of them
run up my legs through my body and all over.
I dance barefoot…
under the harvest moon acknowledging the presence of the Masters
acknowledging the presence of the beloved
acknowledging the presence of those who have gone before
acknowledging those who now reside on the other side
of the moon and will dance no more.
I dance barefoot
embracing my shadow self and leap in joy
that finally in the moonlight I can claim my space
I walk in grace and I am now
Spirit`s toy.
The refrain of my grandmother`s hymn echos through my being
`Mold me and shape me after thy will
While I am waiting, yielded and still.`
I dance barefoot…

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