Little Dried Up Bits In The Anatomical Heart, May 2021

Not just a concentration of mind

But of body

The deepest kind of listening

Connected in care

and breath

A pouring out of energy

An orb of floating creativity

that belongs to none

and all

A mystical capacity

to let not a single item

fall

Connection to a practice

Artistic

in its scope

But influenced

by collective grief

that interrupts

the flow

Flow and knowledge

In the body

And the craving

to drop in

Faint flickers of what

it’s like in the found

Can perhaps lead us

to where to begin

to discover

reconnection

And trust

that through that view

full dimensioned embodiment

will return

as something new