Dream Streamer

Dancers hold straight sticks

to swirl My cloth aloft.

I dance culture,

veiled in ribbon-streaming ancestry.

You won't catch Me in a butterfly net

but if you invoke Me well

I will fill your wind-sock

and point directions.

The cloth that dances is My symbol,

dynamic theater

for the living oracle of truth.

Mine are the spirit visitors

that throb inside the cloth,

and Mine the energy

animating all connection.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018