148. One

Crossing over

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.

Advertisements

0 Responses to “148. One”



  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 320 other followers

My Pages

The healing process

Entries 1-58 show how I use the method of Intuition Through Art to heal myself from Peripheral Neuropathy.


%d bloggers like this: