Words Within

Since May, life stole the Writer away from her pen and paper. Playing with words, she found her voice by understanding her body. Understanding her body helped her collaborate with bodies made of words. It is not about creating, objectifying, or controlling.

Poems of life and love support her body. Her body supports the poetry.

Syncing spirit to voice and body is a never-ending practice. Her life represents constantly changing parts, shifting to harmonize with each other.

It is quite a floaty feeling to experience: the play of light and shadow, the calm nerves, and the intense grace all tuning to the same frequencies, vibing together.

These moments of connection allowed her to open up and incite a vulnerable quiet.

In feeling her voice harmonize with the world, her friends, and her body, the position of her body shifted. The Writer feels herself less as a writer and more as an artist.

Yet, being the Artist is not the right connection between voice and spirit.

So, the Writer, possibly the Artist, floats and then feels herself aligning with the lyrical vibrations and rhythms of a Poet.

The Poet?

The Poet.

The Poet!

Yeah?

Yes.

Yes!

The Poet.

Now the Poet, she finds the pen again.

With a soft smile, the Poet, who was almost the Artist and, once upon a time, the Writer, sits back from her desk to breathe in her love and gratitude for recognizing her new-old self.

Words come and go, trust that expression is always somewhere inside.