Sometimes once….
Just isn’t good enough
As beauteous and wonderful
as it may well be
Or, perhaps, it reflects
lavish playfulness
Either way
the multitude of birds
in the almond trees…
or the blanket of daffodils
on the side of the road…
Feasts for my eyes
and heart with awe
“Aw nuts!” cried squirrel
as he rolled over
in the midst of a long late winter’s nap
And he smiled with all he had
at the very thought…
The Southern Dancer is a fancy dancer – Rainbow woman. She reflects the Northern lights in her skirts, where they fold and mesmerize as she twirls and kicks to the drum beat of the Mother heart. The light is set free into its myriad colors by her prismatic visage . All of the aspects of a persons life-walk are reflected here.
The South is the Physical Direction. It has to do with innocence, children, animals, and physical reality. Although one might think this is mundane or straightforward, the rainbow in her skirt reminds us of the ability of physical reality to transform at anytime; that physical reality is the world of appearances, and that those appearances are transitive.
