Dance With Me

When I dance this is what I feel, this piece calls to my soul.

Dance With Me

By Martina Steger

Dance with me.

Set yourself free.

While the moonlight wantonly stokes

Anxiously awaiting bashful silken leaves,

With expectant wonder

I open myself to sense its will.

Forever abandoning myself

To its ebb and flow,

I absorb the energy of the drum

As it thunderously fills my aching soul.

Basking in its warm vibrating tone,

I sensually writhe;

casting taunting shadows as I go.

Over the fresh dew glistening earth,

I begin my spiral dance

With joyous tinkling bells upon my toes.

Set yourself free.

Quite simply,

dance with me.

excerpt taken from Stepping Into Ourselves; An Anthology of Writings on Priestess Edited by Anne Key and Candace Kant

Two of my favorite performances to watch, Love the Devotchka song at the end.

Irina Akulenko 

Deb Rubin