Sunday school
In an old school house
With painted gymnasium floors
Thin black lines sweep circles
under bare-feet, arcs of shoulders,
swirls of wrists
Dusted blue tin roof rafters
from another time almost hover
over transom windows
filtering luminous Light,
under cloud canopy
awashing faces & spaces
as if a mirror to the biolight of beings
intuitively arriving for the learning
the collective learning of our time
long linen drapes hang from floor to ceiling
as if stories have been told here
on stages of forever
And the stories
swinging, twirling,
tapping, clapping,
skinning, spinning
make a home here too
Imagine there’s no countries,
No possessions, no heaven
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too*
Imagine all the people
Livin' life in peace….
Toning echos of generational dreams
still playing out in vibrational fields
In this Sunday school curriculum of
Peace Consciousness
In a classroom with no front or back
no one ahead or behind—
a consensual practicing
through arriving Souls
breath and beat
sweat and leap
shake and quake
whirl and weep
In this old school house planted on
grounds of a retired military compound
transmuting education for war
into a wordless homily for peace
One dancer at a time
Where once soldiers prepared for war,
Now Joy warriors practicing for peace
One step, one breathe, one song
Arriving home to Peace consciousness
May the world live as One
*I hear the echos of John Lennon’s words as “no religion, to kill or die for”
**inspired by Soul Motion community conscious dance experience at Madrona House on Fort Warden grounds, Port Townsend, WA