Inward, spiralling
The river of awareness
Finds us finding
Little tensions to sweep
Along a spine that dreams
Carry slivers of me
I hope for it to find
Become a current of emotion
Wash clean the mind
…
The waters move slow
Run deep
Like dandelions on the green hillside tousled by the wind
Always dreaming
Never really asleep
…
Find little pockets and forgotten crevices to fill
No place untouched
Nowhere to hide
Each inhale drives deeper
The will and drive
To be present with the movement
To know how to be alive
…
The waters move slow
Run deep
Like dandelions on the green hillside tousled by the wind
Always dreaming
I pray
Never let me sleep
…
Stretch the spine longer
Push the diaphragm lower
Eyes peel open to find pale fingers
Glowing in the soft light of the sun
Filtered through whispering clouds
The gaze travels like a curious little beetle
Along crevices, callous knuckles and flaky finger beds
The air taste salty, as I imagine skin might, were my tongue to reach out and touch for just a moment
But staying still
The gaze wanders outward
To the seas
The skies
The green glistening hillside
Where we stand
Three dandelions blowing in the breeze
Dancing, falling, gently tumbling
Over the cliff
Into the Sea
…
Our dance is a prayer
Each gesture a story and a song
And with every sweep and stretch
The daisies and the sun seem to play along
…
The waters move slow
Run deep
Like dandelions on the green hillside tousled by the wind
Always dreaming
We sing with every breath
Never let us sleep
Art by Kėkė 