The yearning that I feel to merge with all things, moves through my being, my soul, the very fabric of who I am. Pared down to essence I ride the flow generated by the movement of arms, legs, hips, feet and spine. Curling down to the earth, the mother of all, sinking into her soft embrace and being held. Feeling the anchor within I begin to climb from the depths, rising through the base, moving up and ever up, reaching for the crown, reaching for the light.
I dip, I twirl, I spin, the feelings spiralling through the sparkling cells that hold this spirit in this space-time reality we call the present moment. There is nothing but the moment, there is nothing here as I become the void, the womb of creation where emptiness lies full, of the potential for all that ever was, can ever be. The wheel of time is spinning, spinning, and I turn with it into a stillness as deep as the darkness at the bottom of the sea, where glowing creatures glide through an inky landscape.
The one who separates me from all things has fled, it calls itself the mind, it tries to chain me to its small self and say that it is real and the only thing that is. I love this small self for all is precious to me, but how can I convey the beauty of expanded boundless love to a container held so tight. How can we come into balance so all gifts can come into the light, and illuminate the course of humanity’s plight.
For deep in sadness we are mired, deep in grief and loss and limitation, of greed and short-term goals annihilating truth and beauty in all forms. The treasure lies just below the surface, a smidgen out of reach in the heavens above, it lies within the soul of man, of woman, its key is love, its key is love.
Love is all you need, dance me to the end of love, love in the time of cholera, love me tender, love me true, falling in love again, how deep is your love, I just called to say I love you, she loves me yeah, yeah yeah…………….
Gabrielle Roth 1941-2012.
‘Our Mama Raven’s wings have lifted her spirit from this lifetime and she is in flight to her next journey, where she will dance in our hearts forever.’
Gabrielle Roth 1941-2012
-Jonathan A Horan, her son, 5 Rhythms Global