Somatic Dance
Simple shades of color,
Will role into and out of my eyes.
Abstractions are also in my heart, they erupt as invisible tattoos from past and forgotten lives located as a bullseye on my skin.
— They also live in the Astral.
Simple and abstract.
So many questions, about myself and so much is unaltered.
I have lived alone inside of myself.
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And, did not know if I was home.
So, I swept through my window into my center.
— I also live in the Astral.
Helen Keller whispered, “Soon.”
One day, and out of the blue, my tattoos fell to the floor.
Their invisibility grew words.
I then fell to my center, I said hello.
Words, like a pastel heavenly banner shone bright: “You have filled your shape, you are ready.” Holy Grace.
I slipped out the same window I had arrived in.
So above, so below. And, so I am whole.
I now have words. Once cooking invisible, the pristine tattoos that held my joy and pain from all lives lived did write itself a poem. My poem.
And, Helen Keller whispered, “Now”
