Givers and Takers
A sacred Dance with Inspiration
What for thee giveth do
time of need or hitherto
shan’t wait to see another day
time is nigh — step into may
for my brother’s son sister too
deepest Peace Love unto you.
Greater purpose none such as thee
Stepping into the Canvas Charged for to me
as long as it takes and what it may
go now…giving it all away.
The sacred dance begins with letting go of all things — fear, joy, sorting through rubble, buried treasures bliss. Shadows of doubt — creeping in — welcomed tea leaves foretelling futures kiss.
Fred Astaire lessons beat — in time with two-steps, waltzes, leading, the subsequent flow of partners guided shift. Breaking out — individual’s expressional movement, self-mirrored remembrance of another’s sacred drift.
Returning cheek-to-cheek — ebb and flow — taking turns dominating, followed imprints in the sands of time. Frustration — fears of losing control — takers are dominating — forcing a dance every step to tainted rhyme.
Exhaustion is being swung around the floor, no longer wishing to carry on with ticker takers parade. Bowing out — another go around the room — saving breath for a worthy partner where a Sacred Dance with Inspiration is played.
One-sided, left at footsteps door — knocking, aggressively panting — begging just the same. Discerning energetic flow — giving and receiving — reciprocating belief in wonders claim.
~Ani Po
While reading Sunny H piece, Keep the Good Parts, my mind began wondering the idea of givers and takers. Maybe paralleled or lost in my own thoughts of having to let go of those takers who keep pulling us away from our sacred vow, giving to those in need, making small steps to better themselves.
When do we pull back? How much do we give to the takers of the world, with no reciprocity of this sacred dance of giving and receiving — exchanging seats to receiving and giving.
Having, recently, pulled the plug on a one-sided relationship, my heart ached for days. Knowing that I was free to recharge and help others for another day, holding a note, reading, “I will not give up on those lost in the wilderness.”
Meaning, while we let go of the lopsidedness can we hold a place for them knocking at our giving’s door? I cannot answer for anyone else but myself, assuredly a boundary is needed moving forward.
Thank you Sunny H for tickling my amygdala, with this piece.
Thank you Diana C., jules, Spyder, Ravyne Hawke and Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, for your weekly prompts, keeping us in a sacred dance with knowing self.
On today’s loop pedal, Drown with Me playing until completion of this piece.
