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Sometimes it's like a drum in this deep deep tummy place Always rhythm always pulsing away Like waves rippling out Over and over Very very gently rocking Like an undertone Drumming through Sometimes it's like sickly sweet sap deep in my throat Achy Coating everything Oozy Liquid Tarry Burning acid around the edges Sometimes it's like a huge trampoline Everything moving Up and down In slow motion Breaking up on impact In my heart Disintegrating A bit at a time Sometimes it’s like sand Falling through clenched fists Slowly caressing them to open Relax Just a little bit Compelling them to yield to the constant motion To the gentle gentle cascade So gentle I can’t stand it So gentle I actually can’t stand Sometimes it’s like a slap bracelet A moment of contact And instantly Wrapped all around Totally gripped Coming to on a bathroom floor Bells and dishes clanking in the background Sometimes it’s like nerve endings A young fern Unfurling Cautiously Recoiling easily Healing Raw and delicate Sometimes it’s like the wind in the swaying trees is whispering Singing Howling: You are loved You are loved You are loved You are forgiven You are loved You are a part of us You belong You are a beloved child of the wild Sometimes it’s like confusion Marshy Organic Alive Decomposing Dark Trusting the process Trusting life Often it’s like ungraspability Trying, failing, words Loving eyes Comforting faces Guiding hands Achy knees Bright sun A heart It’s just like becoming alive
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Aug 9, 2023
Aug 9, 2023 at 9:55 PM UTC
Forest Refuge, Summer, 2023
Sometimes it's like a drum in this deep deep tummy place Always rhythm always pulsing away Like waves rippling out Over and over Very very gently rocking Like an undertone Drumming through Sometimes it's like sickly sweet sap deep in my throat Achy Coating everything Oozy Liquid Tarry Burning acid around the edges Sometimes it's like a huge trampoline Everything moving Up and down In slow motion Breaking up on impact In my heart Disintegrating A bit at a time Sometimes it’s like sand Falling through clenched fists Slowly caressing them to open Relax Just a little bit Compelling them to yield to the constant motion To the gentle gentle cascade So gentle I can’t stand it So gentle I actually can’t stand Sometimes it’s like a slap bracelet A moment of contact And instantly Wrapped all around Totally gripped Coming to on a bathroom floor Bells and dishes clanking in the background Sometimes it’s like nerve endings A young fern Unfurling Cautiously Recoiling easily Healing Raw and delicate Sometimes it’s like the wind in the swaying trees is whispering Singing Howling: You are loved You are loved You are loved You are forgiven You are loved You are a part of us You belong You are a beloved child of the wild Sometimes it’s like confusion Marshy Organic Alive Decomposing Dark Trusting the process Trusting life Often it’s like ungraspability Trying, failing, words Loving eyes Comforting faces Guiding hands Achy knees Bright sun A heart It’s just like becoming alive
Written while on silent retreat
#meditation#healing#nature
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vi-2
27/F
Aug 9, 2023
Aug 9, 2023 at 9:55 PM UTC
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