Are you listening?

I start today

At the end.

Because

In the end, our bodies

are what remind us

that we are a part of this world.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The phoenix rises.

Soaring, gliding, breathing life.

Of course the body keeps score.

Our stories lie, written in our veins.

Movement is how we read them.

So I ask you - would you call yourself well-read?

Movement is how we listen

How we remember

How we untangle.

How we transcend.

Your muscles tense as you remember

the time when....

A glimpse. and then it’s gone.

A glimpse at a time. No more, no less.

“Do you feel safe to share?”

Quickly hidden. A veil drawn.

The body remembers. Does the mind seek to forget?

The body moves; the mind goes still.

The mind sees; the body retracts.

The body senses; the mind recalls.

The mind tenses; the body goes exhales.

Like a falling leaf; like a brick wall;

Like a ship in the storm; like a seedling;

Like the lid shutting; like I’m pulled apart;

Like a bird’s first flight; like an embrace.

The language of the body is all around.

Shhhh... Are you listening?

“Where do you feel it in your body?”

I don’t know. It’s everywhere.

I feel it everywhere - it’s a knowing.

“And what does this knowing want you to know?”

It’s telling me..I’ve got your back.

I am with you. Until your last breath.

Move with me now.

-Niharica