What if I moved in a dance? Spoke like a poet? What if I was strong and still like old birch, yet shining like the sea under the sun? What if I felt breeze, dirt, and water like a ragged wildflower, - rooted, swaying, sipping, shedding, singing? Could I be like a dog, sprawled and sleeping, or galloping, sniffing, slurping, kissing? Might one day, I be a flock of black starlings? Connected and free?
Friday, September 23, 2022
Embodiment
What if I moved in a dance? Spoke like a poet? What if I was strong and still like old birch, yet shining like the sea under the sun? What if I felt breeze, dirt, and water like a ragged wildflower, - rooted, swaying, sipping, shedding, singing? Could I be like a dog, sprawled and sleeping, or galloping, sniffing, slurping, kissing? Might one day, I be a flock of black starlings? Connected and free?
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