The Dance

The dance of the flesh
is to weave and believe
the romance of hips and toes
and in a trance and the eyes
does call and befall
and by chance no force impose
through the prace of mind
to teases and appeases
that which dance does not disclose
yet the glance from the heart
it does tell and excel
of that which within bestows

© Rachelle


"So She Dances"
by Josh Groban

Lyrics:
A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight
Even her shadow has grace
A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody's making her cry
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start?
She's spinning between constellations and dreams
Her rhythm is my beating heart
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
I can't keep on watching forever
I give up this view just to tell her
When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me
We've got the floor
And you're in my arms
How could I ask for more?
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently
I can't keep on watching forever
And I'm givin' up this view just to tell her

A Poem by EE Cummings

I Carry Your Heart With Me
by EE Cummings

I carry your heart with me,
I carry it in my heart.
I am never without it.
Anywhere I go, you go, my dear.
And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.
I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet.
I want no world, for beautiful, you are my world, my true.
Here is the deepest secret no one knows.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life,
Which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide.
It’s the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart,
I carry it in my heart.

"Secret Garden"
by Bruce Springsteen

Lyrics:
She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides
She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That will bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden don't think twice
You've gone a million miles
How far did you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down the path
There will be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need will always stay
A million miles away

Zuzu's Petals

All year I've looked forward to going back to Zuzu's Petals... a Rock Shop in Helen Ga. I figure it would be pointless to try to describe how that little shop makes me feel. I just know when I walk in, there's a sense of happiness that comes over me. I'm not a geologist and surely no expert when it comes to all that. I wouldn't even say I'm one of those 'chakra' whatever kind of people. I just know certain rocks and crystals seem to effect me. And I know that there's a certain sense of serendipity or synchronicity about some things. I found the place by accident last year, and as I said, have looked forward to this years vacation so I could go back. I bought a very nice fossil piece. Orthoceras. You can see some here. I wasn't aware of the 'healing' properties until I got it back home and looked it up. I also bought some lovely lapis earrings. Next year I hope to purchase something to match or compliment them.

Anyway. Zuzu's Petals was sort of my trip to the milkyway for the weekend, you might say.

Other links for ZuZu's Petals August 1, 2008 and July 4, 2011 and Septarian

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"Drops of Jupiter"
by Train

One of the Best Ever

Jeff Healey (born Norman Jeffrey Healey, March 25, 1966 - March 2, 2008) was a blind Canadian jazz, and blues-rock vocalist and guitarist.

Healey began playing guitar when he was three, developing his unique style of playing the instrument flat on his lap. On March 2, 2008, Healey died of cancer at St. Joseph's Health Centre in his home town of Toronto. He was 41. He'll be missed.

"As the Years Go Passing By"
Jeff Healey