The Body Listens Back

A mutuality of meetings.  

Belonging.  

Being completely inside an experience—

the need for making plans 

ceases.  

The moment casts shades of light,

creating forms of perception,

caught with attention.

I’m learning love exists in every shape I see. 

Deep listening. 

Syncing up with constantly changing rhythms.  

Slowing 

down to feel.   

going 

down 

      and 

rising with the sun.   

Sitting up upon the first chirps, barks, crows.  

Catching the morning wave.  

Warming up to wearing this body.  

Making my way 

down 

        and 

up and along and across meridians—

my neck, teaching me how to wear my head well.  

Its lessons shoot 

down 

shoulder blades, 

making bruises, 

magic markings 

vertebrae’-d infusions. 

My skull mirrors my seat. 

Blood-rich skeleton stacked beneath muscle,

moldings from last night’s moon bath.   

My skin holding harder 

each layer lingering for a let up, 

for a crack—a pop out into new placement, 

finding safety. 

I am surrendering to every inch of myself.  

It’s unsettling out there. 

So I’ll settle within and see how far I can widen.  

Moving at the ant’s speed 

among the wide army, 

marching the density out from my bed

where I’ve been wrestling my unconscious.  

Crawling barefoot out rusty doors 

where I can see the misty mountain tops, 

the clouds weighing in, 

they’re wet and cold on my feet 

feeling the warmth from the tiny sliver of sun 

parting the clouds floating by 

caves, wisps of cotton evaporating, 

revealing a flock of sparrows, 

a soul hummingbird bopping around rock walls 

walling in the holy cows.  

Pastures upon pastures 

with all shades of green vines winding 

around crops short and leafy high 

and mighty stocks.  

A fly riding on the back of a fly 

through blades of grass.  

Go on human.  

Get 

down 

low and watch the insects work.  

The work that goes unnoticed.  

The subtle beauty 

beneath the surface.  

I am surveying the scene, 

stopping,

seeing my place here.  

Holding on.  

Hugging rocks with my feet 

squatting to this flower 

level to be a bee.  

Be— 

Playing with becoming—more of me.