The Golden Dance of Celebration

I rise with hands unbound,
woven in the rhythm of joy,
and when your light spills over,
I drink deeply, unafraid, unshaken

The universe speaks in echoes,
in ripples of love that return tenfold
What I honor in you, I call into myself,
what I lift, I too become

There is no scarcity in radiance,
no famine in the feast of the soul
Your triumph is a star burning bright,
and I—unchained—dance beneath it

I do not shrink, I do not shudder,
for only abundance lives here
Malice finds no home in me,
envy crumbles beneath my feet

Come, let us weave a golden dawn,
where women rise, hand in hand,
where the air hums with laughter,
and celebration is our native tongue

this is the way of the unbound
this is the hymn of the sacred
this is the magic of those who rejoice,
pure and free, forever abundant—-

Published by Sherley Delia