Genesis and then dance
Yesterday I wanted to ask the beloved for some understanding, but I wasn’t quite sure how. So with a heavy heart and heavier eyes I walked into my garden. It was raining outside. To seek refuge from the deluge I walked to the side of my house. I had the urge to run my hand against the wall of my house (it’s a rough brick veneer). It gave me the earthiest sensation! It grounded me and it curbed the downpour. I looked up at the sky and then I let my heart approach the beloved. Today I got the answer. The re’s a yearning to dance and thus create a whirlwind. Yet the beloved is not around to partake of the ecstasy. Because the only time given to me is the present, I did and do dance – albeit, intermittently. When I pause for breath, there’s agitation of the head-heart that time is limited in the sea of timelessness. So I asked the beloved: what next - where do we go from here? [from rambling of an itinerant ] Acknowledgment: First published ...