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THE SACRED DANCER by Isabelle Andres

To me, there is something very spiritual about dancing…

I cannot quite exactly pinpoint exactly what that is but every time I set myself free to follow a piece of music, my body never fails to take me on a spiritual journey the moment of the melody. This poem came to me as I was questioning how dancing could move me so much, how music and dancing could be so beautifully intertwined.

The Sacred Dancer
by Isabelle Andres

She dances to the rhythms of her life,
Fully attuned to the choreography of her heart,
She floats in the harmonious space of her notes,
Bringing to life in the spur of a moment a whole orchestra,

She makes visible the invisible,
Her hands write words only she can read,
Her body whispers stories only she can hear,
Her eyes are the gateways to emotions only she can feel,

Her strength and grace reflect the divine,
She awakens in those who watch her,
The sacred seed of their own heart,
She dances wholeheartedly,
She is alive.

Isabelle Andres: I am currently very much anchored in my spiritual journey. I have been for the past two years when I decided to quit my life and restart. It has been a beautifully challenging journey of self-discovery and still very much is. I am a hopeful resilient grower taking a huge leap of faith in a soul driven venture with my yoga tribe as spiritual ally. During these two years I have discovered myself a passion for writing and photography and I love playing with these two medias. But it is only the past few months that I have been venturing in the world of poetry and this is one of my very first poems. Connect with me via my blog 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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