(I’m not sure whether this is quite finished, or whether it says exactly what I want it to say. But this is my writing space, whether a piece is finished or in process, and this is where I leave this one this morning.)
Sometimes the body forgets
how desire is holy,
how the craving, the longing–
for a place that recedes
into the mists of memory,
or the comfort of a restful bed,
for touch, for the answer
to the body’s sweet secret yearnings,
for the way the lungs passionately
embrace the air that enters–
all is echo of the larger ache,
the primal urge for re-union
with the Source of all,
Godself urging us inward
to the primal dance
like the dance
at the center of the atom,
whirling particles held
within each other’s orbit.
1. The assembly that celebrated Lunar New Year on Monday. Dragons, dancers and tai kwon do demonstrations. I would like to learn to feel that sort of strength and focus in my own body.
2. Two-hour delay. The resultant daily schedule is a little frenzied for me, but I am happy for the extra time here this morning.
3. Good fair-trade coffee
4. All that draws me onward and inward
5. Following through with the intentions
May we walk in Beauty!