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DANCE by Sarah Courtney Dean

The dance of the spheres, the universe, and the stars…

We are part of this dance as we are stardust, we are golden…. as the song from the musical 'Hair' so aptly says.
'Flamenco'  by Miki de Goodaboom


Dance the dance of life
Whirl and twirl
For the joy of living
Join the stars
In their celestial waltz
Their dust is your dust
We are formed from 
The matter of the stars
Our task to 
Shine and illumine
The dark as they
Illumine the night.
And above all
'Flamenco'  by Miki de Goodaboom

Sarah Courtney Dean: I am a poet and my poetry is part and parcel of my spiritual tradition. I am a Druid and a seer and also a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids. I live in the UK in the beautiful county of Dorset. My poetry is inspired by nature in all its forms especially by the progress of the seasons and how the Goddess is seen in them. I am single by choice and live with a ginger and white cat by the name of Rowan who as all cats are prone to rules the roost. You can find me on facebook here and on my page here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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