Monday, November 10, 2008

Spacious and gracious

my tongue runs dry.

telling tales, selling wares, paying tariffs, being hassled by sheriffs.
the time has come to meet me in the space i am now.

the greeting, full and fleeting.

my blood runs cool and falls to my feet.

then rises again filling my soul body with a cleansing breath.

a nod to the divine, prayer to heart; my hands raise without thought.

agile bodymind takes practice.

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