Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Dancing the Universal Dance


Dear Friends.........
It's Tuesday, the day before World Unity Day, and I sit in contemplation of what is taking place around me. The best it can be described is, the Universal Dance!

I see people moving this way and that way, some struggling to make the next move, others moving with the grace and elegance of a dancer. It seems to be quite easy to move into the mode of fear and frustration if this dance isn't going as planned. What if we could take just a moment and stop and just BE. Be in the Universal Dance. BE One with all that is. Just to surrender and allow the dance to take form.

This dance will help you to embrace the darkness, as well as the light, that resides deep within. We can't have one without the other! It's seeing the beauty that lies within yourself and humanity. It's transforming the judgement's into unconditional love. It's loving yourself just the way you are.

So the question is, what does your dance look like? Are you dancing gracefully through the change or are you fighting and kicking the whole way? Are you taking that next breath into the next great step into the infinite pause?

I share with you from one of my favorite authors, Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
It's called "The Dance":
I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within the ache, and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
and see who I am in the stories I am living. An together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don't tell me how wonderful things will be ... someday. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next.....

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the
clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart, and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take car
e of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle, not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.

With gentleness and joy, my friends, let's dance this dance together.

All my love,
Jean Kowalski

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