For Lovers of bodies,
those careful enough to traverse the jungle inside:
I released the low end
Of my psoas on the left side.
The opposite of what I thought would happen
I expected the leg to feel heavier into the floor,
I expected myself to fall over
forward or backward.
I was willing to find out;
This was my first time after all.
Instead, when I relaxed from the inside
I felt light as a feather
from a newly revealed center.
My feet found the function
Of merging into the ground
As gracefully as a waterbird
doing its thing.
All the other muscles waiting in the wings
for their turn to hold me up
perked up, ran to the field and said
"Yes! We're up, guys! We're up!"
I let them hold me.
This had been the secret this entire time.
I felt rested while standing.
I'll never forget the new feeling of float.
The sun shone through my eyes.
Droves of "whoas" flew around my spine.
"This is real wild, man,"
I said aloud.
The sensation was so great I forgot I had witnesses.
With all respect,
People being around me used to not matter, or so I convinced myself.
Life happened anyway.
Trees grew, everything bloomed, etc.
Big Nature herself has since taught me a lesson.
When I saw
with my own eyes
The sun through the trees
Of the belly of the earth
In a secret and remote place,
When I saw the tiniest
most untouched thing
I've ever seen
bloom before my eyes
I was reborn.
Every body is a jungle.
Built from private moments
Boundaries drawn only by the willingness to go into sacred places.
When someone else
Stays to witness
While all I want to do is grow
We are both reborn.
When somebody can see
That all I want to do
is sprawl myself out
Like the vines swerving
Toward the shimmery flowing alive,
The feeling is mutual.
I am still learning.
Everyday I ask myself if I'm ready.
I've changed my mind about many things.
Don't get me wrong, I love the work
I'm just done with a life of trying too hard.
In work. In romance.
Being seen is the best intercourse ever.