Friday, August 24, 2012

Shivasana Practice

The body knows what it knows
It whispers its being
All along and around each of us

Deep within, inside the dark stretches
The moist, secret places of the
Inner world where space expands
Into galaxies of cells and motion

The body holds its own counsel
Listen to me, asserts the knee
The ankle has her stories to tell
I am here too, the liver reminds
Why pay such attention to the brain?

Why does your head count for more
Than this little toe, this wrist holding itself
Upturned and bent to say that
Within us all there is a chorus of song
Of what the body knows

(The rough form of this came to me yesterday as I held still. But I think this needs several revisions still.)

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