What would it look like to release all my fears?
...because that's what was happening. That's what I felt.
But the moment was greedy for my full attention
—no projection, just tears
tears, and rocking, and shaking, and heart melt
like heat and cold mixing and swirling around--
alchemy in the half-light of a medicine more profound than I had even imagined.
And was I imagining freedom?
...Come back to the breath, to the completion of
"in it right now!"
Imagining the moon's face over the sun.
Imagining shadows like tendrils of smoke, ribbons of silk
dancing their way to the inner circle of darkness
while a radiant ring promised emergence of fearlessness
...And all along returning and returning and returning
to my body and the breath and the images of Marley's dream--
where, there, the mermaid of white
points to a sunken ship and gravely proclaims:
"It mustn't be stopped."
Oh! What treasures must hide inside.