The Bellydancer
Through the dance
She passes down
The ancient wisdom of generations gone by,
A celebration of divine femininity.
Each sensuous undulation,
Each graceful twirl behind the veil
A reflection of individual beauty,
Of Woman.
Through the dance
She becomes
The Artist
Full hips swaying, shimmying
Baring the fertile belly,
The center, the soul.
With each flowing movement
She tells her story
Feet planted firmly on the ground,
Always connected with our Mother Earth.
With each heartfelt beat,
She makes the dance
Her own.
~A Skribble by Amy, 2006
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