Two little poems after a Feldenkrais session with Mary at the Garage.  So nice, these little free writing episodes…

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Side bent to the world

Knees falling to the side.
Elbows rising feeling rough,
swaying right into the wild.

No more words are entering the world.
Wordless sounds, squeak and rumor,
all coming from above my head.

It is dark up there and red underneath,
foggy thoughts viciously steamed.

No words needed in a world full of sounds. Continue reading →