Oh, sweet body
That has carried me so many miles
Through tears and laughter
Injury, illness and radiant health
Through babies, or not babies
Through lovers and friends and dark places
I dance you now
I dance in your honor
Releasing the constraints of polite society
Liberating you from the words of hate that have leveled as bombs
By me and others
Freeing you from the criticism of my hips that are wide, wonderful, womanly hips or narrow and boy-like, sometimes both
Breast that are either too small or too large but never quite just right
A belly that swells and shrinks each month with the moon, uncontrolled by my desire for perfection
As I dance the wounds of this world drop away
Like teardrops into the womb of Mama Earth
I dance life back into my Sacred Feminine power centers
Swaying my hips and opening my womb, my pussy, my creativity
Raising my arms as my heart opens spilling love into the world in an ever-increasing flow of light
Opening my throat to howl and sing and sigh with my song
The song of a wildling
The song of a healer
The song of Woman