Gabrielle Roth poem from Womens Gathering

My prayer for the millennium is a dance, 
  a wild, blissful dance, 
    a paean of beat and bone and breathe and blood.

It's a dance driven by spirit, 
 fueled by spirit. 
  It rocks me in the world beat, 
    whipping me into ten thousand shapes. 

I reel from blue dance  
  to elbow dance to fiery, funky, free dances.  

Like a prayer wheel, I spin in the winds of time; 
   in the downbeat of the mother, 
     in the dark heart of prayer, 
       I soak in the mystery. 
         And I do this for you and me and everybody we know 
           and those we don't know. 

It's my offering.

Inside my cathedral of bones, 
  my blood pulses, 
    my skin tingles with sweat-pounding heart, 
       swirling breath-and, for a moment, 
         I remember, God is the dance.