Healing and growth through intuitive art
Sitting near the river
He is sitting in meditation
A bigger friend from many lifetimes
Is sitting with him
It is near the river
And you can see the water flow
Through his body
The mountains are really waves
Of soft energy
Warm in the summer’s afternoon
Taking his heart out with them
To the next turn of the river
It is a wonder
That there is still
Some of him
Here.
Crossing over
I am coming in carefully
Habituated into making certain movements
Smooth and strong
Listening in the ways that I have learned
Meaning to just cross over
To the other side
But doing this
I have to step on some accepted wisdom
Of the locals
Graceful and wise
They let me pass
Pretending not to pay attention
While they send me a smile
From the corner of their eye
Time passes
With dark nights and windy rains
In spite of being separate
We get wet together
And we realize
That in our separateness
And in the ways that we communicate
We are playing one game
And we are not two
But one.
Movements made of mistakes
It suddenly came to me
To ask the space to talk about what he sees
That happens in it
It seems like the most surprising act of circus acrobats
He says
In movements that look as if they are all mistakes
And falling down, attempting some spectacular show
The acrobats manage to put up in the air
A variety of movements
That express running and flying
Longing and trying to hold on
To just anything
Culminating in the unfolding of the sweet unknown
Which, of course, is me, the space
Who is talking to you
Right now.
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