Realms of the Heart

The world Is a many-faced being and we are privileged to

spend a lifetime in discovery of her.

The longer I draw breath in this plane

the more she draws me in, ever-leading me to new facets

and ways of moving through her, and I – grateful for this.

Structures built on steady tracks, tested over time and

agreed upon – sound.

A fine form indeed.

Lately as the sun goes down,

I start to peel back the forms of the day.

Shaking them off to let them lay

And allow the skin beneath to breathe

Deep gulps of breath

Until the space between each pore

grows so wide

it could lift me off the ground.

Floating, flying, dancing with the energies

that now have space to roam.

To stretch,

to dip,

to pour,

to roar,

to trickle,

and to hum fiercely.

To feel these deep within me and to sense their course,

sometimes following, sometimes guiding.

Coming closer to the heart to hear her language.

Shifting and shattering,

sifting and shining,

seething and singing.

And being the witness and companion to her anthem and flow,

her unimpeded storytelling and wisdoms.

Nothing beats a full and flowing heart

A heart that is moved by the world in which it resides,

Wherever it is - drinking in the colors, sounds, and flavors

that surround it

Swirling them rhythmically

Vibrantly

Until it begins to sing of all that its experiencing

A ringing song and light that spill forth from all it holds within.

And gives of itself freely.

Though the melodies themselves may differ,

recognizing the light at the core of each as one we know well.

Dancing was one of my first languages.

So much to be shared – through rhythm, listening, and that

which exists beyond words and even thoughts.

A language developed that I realize assists me to this day

in my experience of life, and relating, of listening and moving with,

of opening to each other and touching so much worth celebrating.

What a gift it has been to have vivid memories of family

floating across cement floors at every party,

connecting with golden electricity as hands touched and

feet glided,

from disco to salsa to ballet folklórico.

Memories of bright smiles, and deep wellsprings of genuine joy radiating.

What a blessing to carry in my heart always – and I grateful for this.