To break away – from oneself and all sham,
humbly to look at the break of day...
The word has it that I am nought;
give yourself away, give – and you can be sublimed.
The Gift of Self ©Ladanseuse
Transl. "Sebedar"
This blog is dedicated to my original, authorial poesy, poetry in prose, musings, construals, and translations. My heart is aflame with passion for both dance and writing as channels for my creative self-expression. Both constitute a language of its kind and to my liking that metamorphizes, alchemizes and reveals the inner world. Here raises a soundless voice that yearns to be heard; here thumbs a wild heart in a dervishesque whirl. The I is poetry in motion, mine is a dance of words.
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