The Last Time I Danced: A Love Poem

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I wrote the following poem in a 5 Rhythms movement workshop on love. It was a very powerful dance class, involving a full mind/body experience of processing some deep thoughts I was having about a relationship that was coming to a close. It gave me clarity about what needs of mine were and were not being met in the relationship. Writing the poem was an important part of clarifying that I needed to break up with this man. Processing feelings and needs is a passion of mine. Engaging your creative right brain can be much more revealing than when you just rely on your left-brain thoughts. Without this clarity, it’s easy to go on fumbling haphazardly through the dating experience. I hope this poem sparks some recognition in you. Please share your thoughts. Thank you.

The Last Time I Danced

By Sandy Weiner

February 26, 2012

 

The last time I danced, my body moved with the rhythm of the music

Raw. Passion. Heart. Embracing. Embraced.

Your hand on my back.

Caressing up

Cascading down

No direction known…

Sweet. Warm. Hips swaying moved by the song.

 

But I held back.

I didn’t let go. I didn’t trust.

 

Today, I danced and my body let go. I was free. I was me. I was dance. I was song.

 

The last time I danced, my heart opened, still guarding the treasure of my soul.

The deepest crevices protected in her velvet cave.

No reckless loving. No giving it all away.

 

Today, I danced and my heart let go. I was free. I was me. I was dance. I was soul.

 

I yearn to dance open, wide open.

To feel a love based in truth.

Back and forth truth.

Trust.

 

Out of sight?

Still in the rhythm,

in the schism of the heart and mind.

 

Love goes on and on and on and on and on…

 

To feel at peace deep in my body

To love and receive love

To love and be love

To let go and trust love

To take me to a place I’ve never been

That feels like home.

 

The last time I danced, my mind was present, gone, present, gone.

Fleeting, flittering, monkey chittering.

 

Can he love someone if he loves himself most?

Can he love someone if giving is depleting?

Shame and regrets. Secrets. Lies. Blame.

The need to prove keeps you small, struggling, reckless, confusing.

 

Your passion was intoxicating, like a cool drink of wine,

left out on the shelf and neglected, fermented.

 

My mind, body and heart knew the truth all along. But I was a fool for fun.

For the passion, for the music, for the danger.

 

I pushed aside my sacred wisdom.

That inner-knowing,

the wisest part of me.

 

The last time I danced, my soul was connected ~ yet concealed.

She yearned to come forth, to reveal herself in her majestic glory.

To break free of the fences, the guards, the protection.

To love without bounds.

 

Safeguarded from careless crushing, crashing, burning.

My mind and body protected my soul.

I thank them for their wisdom.

 

Love is: mind body soul heart

A slow process, a letting go, trusting, respecting,

sharing, knowing and being known,

Seeing and feeling seen.

 

Truth, I thank you for your wisdom.

Love goes on and on and on and on and on…

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