Uranus turns over..
in his bed.
He can't sleep.
So he speaks,
aloud, a few
soliloquies.
The Rebel
"I can feel that something
has changed. Heart letting go
of what I’ve never
had. Heart holding on
to what has always been
supporting me. The Earth is
my first Lover.
It has always been
the Water; Blood
of Gaia, teaching me
a Way to Love
myself.
A Human Develops
the root center,
then the throat.
That's just the Way
it goes, ass to mouth.
Literally, your butt
-hole is the first
physical attribute
you form. But only you
can decide how to cross
the distance. Between
every action is a vote,
and the shapes
you could make are end
-less. And even then,
a map cannot dictate
the stakes,
and how you Will
pass through them.
It is the body who makes;
steps to pulse out,
and tune in. Your roots
determine how the whole
spine begins to spiral
from it's base,
in order to adjust.
If perpetually unbalanced,
muscles begin to over
-compensate, or under-perform;
shifting with the change.
"The Tao is not in harmony,"
the Body says. The Earth
in you starts seeking
to establish
. b a l a n c e .
A Shepherd Lets a Field
lie fallow. "Grow," he whispers,
"the simple things. Rest."
The Earth obeys, and unguided
grasses rage. It could be years
before he cultivates that
field again, but he has other
pastures that he tends
to, meticulously.
-Not a hint of milk
-weed, will poison
but a lamb.
Always must at least
one field lie fallow,
to let become what Will
upon the land. Without
that, there's nothing
to dream with;
just illusions, created
by a Farmer's hand.
Fascia is it’s Own Great
Mystery; The mycelial web
of all tissue, connecting
the body. It is fascinating
to be in your body
and experiment
with your own
release. Discovering
which points feel
like Yin, or Yang;
sunken, or bursting.
"I Change," the Body says.
"I am forever,
Changling."