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Dance Into The Quiet
Come to the Quiet, She whispers
But you cannot mean me. I am just……
Hush, Love, Come to the Quiet. Open!
But I am just….I am not…….
But you cannot mean me. I am just……
Hush, Love, Come to the Quiet. Open!
But I am just….I am not…….
Come to the Quiet, She whispers.
I am afraid….I weep.
Be still my darling child. Come to the quiet
But I am afraid
I am afraid….I weep.
Be still my darling child. Come to the quiet
But I am afraid
Come to the music, Her flute calls
I will listen…….I tremble.
Come to the music Her flute trills.
I am afraid…..and my body sways.
Come to the Dance, my Beloved.
I am afraid…….. And I rise to the Dance.
She enfolds me, the flute enfolds us,
And we dance, dance,
Dance into the quiet.
And I am not afraid.
Joani
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What a precious verse...
...so moving and lyrical. Thank you, Joani. I am so excited to see you share your craft here!
Love, Andrea Lena
The Dance of Your Soul
Joani,
Gently powerful, I can feel the little boy in me happy that I am encouraged as the little girl that I am. I know it is your poem, song, but it echoes and I am glad you shared it.
Please share more.
Hugs,
JessieC
Jessica E. Connors
Jessica Connors
very nice poem hon
I've felt like that a time or two ...
Well told.
Beautiful
You have quite a talent. Looking forward to more from you.
Portia
Dance Into the Quiet
Simply beautiful
May Your Light Forever Shine
Oh! Joani!
That's beautiful and so moving. Brilliant! I love the structure repeating and hesitating rhythm.
It makes me wish that I were she.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
I have read the other comments,
and I agree this piece is very touching, very moving and so lyrical. However, I feel there is a deeper meaning here. I have thought many times about dancing in to the quiet, but I write instead.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Yes
You picked up on the subtext. The quiet is my feminine soul and I was close to the point that had I not been able to transition passably the other quiet was coming closer. I am grateful to whomever that despite my worse fears, the transition was seamless from the start.
My son's mother, after spending a week with me in Ft.Lauderdale, Fl said "...nothing has changed, you think speak and move as you always have, even your little gestures are the same. But you look so different and it all fits so much better". All of that fear for nothing.
Oh well.
Thanks for your comment.
Joani
Read the Dance again
Joani, I heard your poem sing to me.
It knows my fears too but encourages me to dance.
I watched a butterfly today, thought delicate and beautiful
It fluttered here and there as though to music with a different beat
Sometimes it floated on the wind, or drifted from flower to flower.
Is it insignificant if no one notices, is it's beauty any less?
I wonder about the person inside of me,
Is she not beautiful just for being
Or does she not exist because of someone else's wish
I wish others would be open to look and see
but I dance in the quiet just for me.
There is a Spirit, she bids me to be
To dance and twirl to be a little girl
I am Jessie
Jessica E. Connors
Jessica Connors
Dance into the Quiet
A poem for us in all seasons. This time of year Jessie feels pretty alone and it is often hard to dance. I thank this community the goodness in our people and poems like this that encourage one to be. I am thankful for its writer, her friendship and many of you. A special thanks to a nephew.
JessieC
Jessica E. Connors
Jessica Connors