The Sacred Dance

She moved as if the wings of angels

where lightening her steps,

As if the winds had taken hold of every part of her

 and the moonlight was touching her soul.

And, as the romance of the music and the dance

became her paradigm

And the lover within her only love,

She danced into the sacred fires where surrendered passions ignite the ancient songs

And the essence of a heart fulfilled

stood naked for all to see.

Rafi'ah  copyright 2000

                      

   

                                                 

"Here in this body are the sacred rivers:

here are the sun and moon,

as well as all the pilgrimage places.
I have not encountered another temple

 as blissful as my own body."
- Saraha

    

        

Other articles and poetry written by Rafi'ah...

  " Reverance"

"The Power of Bellydance"

..  "The Power of Slow Movement"..

As I listen, allowing the music to nourish

an eternal thirst in my soul,

I am struck by the power of art,

crossing the boundaries of culture

as well as the boundaries of my own ego,

it's as if the deepest love existing has invaded my heart.

And then, as I begin to dance,

my image of the world becomes lyrical and rhythmic,

 time no longer exists

or at least no longer retains it previous meaning,

and in these moments,

all bridges are complete.

Rafi'ah copyright 2002

                                                

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 On the lighter side:

"Nun reprimanded for wild dancing"