There was only one night to dance between travels
although feeling exhausted
the dance called to me
I write now, even more exhausted
yet the dance last night was rich
To dance my emotions
the best way to move through my life.
Learning how to be present to something
to someone that hurts.
To be able to stop questioning why
someone would want to hurt you
Love should not hurt.
Learning to lean into
when being pushed away.
To let pain pass through
without it taking up residence in your being
To allow the hurt and the memories to melt away
To not let them be absorbed into your soul.
Letting go of expectations, needs, longings.
To remain pure.
To be understood.
To be more than pure light.
......Scars remind us where we have been,
they don't have to dictate where we are going.......
POEM "The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches of the world. It could float, of course, but would rather plumb rough matter. Airy and shapeless thing, it needs the metaphor of the body, lime and appetite, the oceanic fluids; it needs the body's world, instinct and imagination and the dark hug of time, sweetness and tangibility, to be understood, to be more than pure light that burns where no one is -- so it enters us -- in the morning shines from brute comfort like a stitch of lightning; and at night lights up the deep and wondrous drownings of the body like a star."by Mary Oliver, from Dream Work