Dance to get higher, dance to get grounded!

Like a tribal woman, or shaman entranced, the Jewish ladies just gotta dance their dance.

How did we manage to get to a higher level of prophesy than when we sang with Moshe Rebbeinu and the whole Am -when we did our own "Ladies only please" dance by the sea shore?

Why couldn't the men participate, yet alone witness us?

What level did we reach that they just couldn't keep up with? (if you ask me, it's because we were created last in creation, a huge jump higher than Adam. Man made from earth, woman made from the stuff of Man.  Takin' it one level higher, but courteous enough not to rub it in their face...)

Let me see your power, woman!. Let me see your intense beauty blinding. Burning passion keep up with the rhythm. Jump. Leap. Gesture Wildly while you're climbing.  Scream out, cry, laugh out your pain, your hurt. and know it is our collective national experience we each hold pieces of. Bring it back to those mama hands. Let the sisters soothe the loss and fear. Let the whisper of puah puah puah calm our insecurities, doubts, shame.

Together: Shake it loose, free our heart and mind, pound our feet, bang our fists to the rhythm of one heart bleeding together.... fertilize this shore by the side of Miriam's well, let the land witness our yearning begging and weeping. Ecstasy mingled with the desperation of hanging on a thread till geula comes. Refuse to be misled! by the lies and hate that try to destroy the dream.

The Creator, (despite the endless stream of publicity from the other nations that really they are His beloved) chose us. Stam. Because it was His choice. Beyond our humble understanding.  Let everyone know, or at least WE the Jewish people, should be absolutely 100% knowing that our love relationship with HaKadosh Baruch Hu is forever.

We shall never leave this land. Nor shall we ever be left out of the 10th and final song. and surely our circle dance can only spiral higher, liftin us all up another rung.

like spiritual chin ups... hold our heads high and claim our mighty power. It's the Jewish ladies that just might save the world. The cornerstone the builders refused..., the ones raped, babies murdered in front of our eyes, in every generation (except the rule of Shlomo hamelech i think), the rejected, neglected, shoved down, kicked out of our homes we put so much love into. This happened on a collective level to all of us. We, each and every sister, carry the pieces of the shattered Mama. We join our soul sparks in mosaicpoetrydancesongdrum, in the chain of forever right round back to Chava. Healing the big MAMA. Each soul sister healing a part of the original breaking of the vessels. Piecing it back together, one heart to heart connection at a time.

Thanks for reading this. Now i want to see how you bust your rhyme.

Time for this tikkun. Can't do it alone. holding hands in "circle dance" Let's bring the new light home.

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