“There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them. ” —Vicki Baum

“When we give ourselves over completely to the spirit of the dance, it becomes a prayer.” —Gabrielle Roth

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible, do what you want, do what you want
I will shrink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove and cut me up, and cut me up

There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
Tonight I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can’t kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

We will shrink and be quiet as mice
While the cat is away; do what we want
Do what we want

There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I set you free
I set you free

‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is

Put the lotus flower into my room

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
I dance around a pit
The darkness is beneath
I can’t kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

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9 thoughts on “Lotus Flower : : dance the prayer

  1. Thank you for this birthday present, you made my day (without knowing me )
    Good that the lyrics are written down because I am Dutch (from Amsterdam). I turn 67 today, used to be a dancer ( still am ;-) lost my daughter Lotus after seven and a half month of pregnancy 30 years ago, so you ‘ll understand my reaction. My husband and I are celebrating my birthday on one of the sunny Canary Islands. Amsterdam is winter and cold this moment (I am a sun lover) . I follow your blog for a long time now so meet you there again. Greetings and love , Carola.

  2. I have always danced. When young–tap, ballet, modern dance, rock ‘n’ roll, jazz. As an adult–hula. The spirit of hula keeps me grounded, frees my soul, immerses me in the native culture that I have come to love.

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