Being...
MARCH 4, 2007
In dance
this morning I was being...
In dance here,
now, I am
this soft body,
this breath that holds me,
this space
of thoughts and no thoughts,
of stone and flesh,
wanted, unwanted,
loved, forgotten,
the red thread of remembering
winding through the being
of my longing,
my desires,
the place of my heart...
Reaching in to
the place I can not touch...
the place where I am,
here,
always...