4/22/15: stream of consciousness writing after a movement session
on knees wide — a cave — reaching back — reaching into a portal — reaching for a cord of life —
it’s red, in an orange glow, a water cave surrounds — black rock of cave with a water arch flowing along the inside arches….glowing orange center, a red cord, my hand reaching from outside to inside cave
red cord: its body electric, red, glowing
hand searching searching for when I severed the cord, its end a dull, pale, dusty brown rope, frayed
I left my poetry, my words, my spirit dance
carved into a wall of cave
a white dress-clad figure turning, skirts eel-like flowing, waving through cavernous halls
tongues, a language unspoken for centuries
yet in the lilts, waves and curls of sounds-rhythms —the body of our words emerge from these rolling landscapes
in the cave of the moon
The words of John O'Donohue, Irish poet and philosopher, cross my path only hours after my moving-visioning-writing....and I feel the invitation to perceive myself within a larger picture of creative life.
*The Nativity, from Conamara Blues by John O'Donohue; listen below. This poem is included in the On Being show "The Inner Landscape of Beauty" with Krista Tippett.