The body, our home our whole life long, is life rising with the sun.
The body remembers, feet first, standing, balancing, taking one step then another across the earth, forward with longing, to the metamorphosis, wings spread wide, on an edge, held by wind, remembering what we once knew beyond our senses, in our limbs, how to leap, guided, into the unknown.
The body holds our history, our every era and age, and in the glimmer of memory, every shape appears, a dim light, a phantom in the corner of the mind, a wavering filament, glancing the ocean, bobbing up and down, naming a course and forgetting, diving us backwards headfirst into the mud.
The body, imprisoned in old wives’ tales, unkind words, angry people, the world saying no, no, no, no, again and again and again, lies fixed in static, commemorated in coin, even now, when mind is moving, running, fast, scrambling to escape the rubble.
Body becoming mind seeks to know and so, sends us out to look for signs, to find someone, somewhere, sometime along the way, around some corner, beyond the fantasy, trickery, worn down misery, and finds and sees and will never believe the impossible ease, one choice at a time, from here to there is here.
Memories held in our cells, beam through our skin, light the ground in front of us, the direction we tread, earth and stone walls, sand and broken shards, the trajectory of our steps, leading us to all our moments, from first breath to first shaky descent into the dark night of the soul.
Pulse, rhythm, staccato, legato, bravado, lightning strikes. The mind forgets music as body learns to blend in, to be one with dissonance, call it normal, stay quiet, don’t rock the boat.
One day, one way, what I see, when movement is time, numbers, key signature, tempo, beginning to end, eyes shift, life pulse, there there, in and out, from the first to the last.
Body, the container, like walls, a temporal system, and temporary, transforms its shape, this energy, fluid, rhythmic, eternal. Body knows.
Body knows beginning to end, there is no such thing as time.
Body, nature, balance, abundance, walking barefoot on the ground, rolling toes heels, at one with earth song.
The body is light, here to dance, dance, dance, to live, this gift, here to love.
The body remembers I am.
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