Tantric Dance

“There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” -Rumi

Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….

The inspiration for my Illustration Friday submission. Art mirrors life, as they say.

“Learn to say, ‘Fuck You’ to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning,…

Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial…

Come my friends refresh yourselves. Let the cleansing water wash over you…. Soothing your spirit smoothing out the troubles in your heart. I send you blessings this spring of renewal of rebirthing of rejuvenation. Rest here for a moment if you like. May peace be with you.