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Sink into your Tan Tien
your lowest
carnal chakra.
Your hips
are the points
of a great anchor.
That brings you in
to the epic
romance
between gravity and
this
Earths
center.
A plum line
that never abandons.
A wisdom
you can lean on.
Affixed is your chain-link spine
and your mind, is a buoy ever-rising.
Pull yourself up
hand over hand
link over link
friend over friend
pull yourself
up chakra
up onto a boat.
You are barefoot on the worn wood, leaning
into the wind.
As you breath in,
the lake
rises.
As you breath out,
the lake
dips.
Hypnotized by the ebb and flow
we let our breath go
and French kiss
the salt water air.
The waves
of emotions
take that boat
(with you on it)
away.
Wave goodbye to yourself.
The water
is your past,
the sky is your future, and you
exist only
where they meet
on the present
line
of this horizon.
A storm
blows,
chaos
blurs
the spectrum
of sky blue and ocean blue
into an indistinguishable smooth invisibility time is gone
lines are gone: infinity
is
no
longer
a concept
that you play with
but the place
where you play.
You remember water-laden
clouds.
But
age,
become an ancient,
an ancient
lake bed,
an alkaline desert circled
by a perimeter
of mountains,
we are standing in the center
of a Zen wheel
I become presently
aware
that the mountains
are watching us
I call to them:
Mother
Father
We are here
And
we
are beautiful?
Do we
move you?
I hear
a reply, but not with my ears.
In the silence of our mind
I hear the peaks speak:
“We are a wheel and you
are the fulcrum-strength
of our empty center;
no ego
no self
no separation
we cannot move
unless you do.
Listen
to the color of your voice.”
It is green
the GREEN of growth
That gullies on the moss
of those rivers inside you.
Our voice
my voice — like a child well loved
has been
waiting.
It says:
“Rest,
we are too
conscious of our death,
drink water
sleep
eat
enjoy
the pleasures of our flesh.
Slow down.
Rest
We are safe
we have
tribe
we are fed
we are love
we are adorably fumbling towards freedom.
Our feet sleep
with every step
in between every beat
they lay
on their mothers lap
lifted easy
effortless
by mothers earth.
We are the mountains.
We are fire, water, air.
We are still, flowing, chaos staccato
We are center
together
AND
I can feel
the mountains start to move.
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-Shannon Tamsin 2018
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Your heart
she breaths
she heals
she rolls and balms
bleeds
and self sutures.
If she were a
toddler
she would always have
bruised kneed and a big smile.
The things we see the world with
our hearts
our minds
our skin
we call them in
we call to
the hollow bones
that float in the
dessert lake
of your
knowing muscles
that you pull and push
into the beat
into love
into breath.
These things
are not
totally
of your dominion
they are wild
they are knowing
they are ancient.
They are like titan
teammates who
who pull more
than their share fair
of weight.
I baffle
at the parts of me
that just seem
to know
how to survive
know
where the water is
know when
to hide.
Your muscle
your skin
your heart
call them in.
If they were a dog sled team
theses would be
the front three huskies
and you
you are the air around them
you are the beat that holds them
you are the snow that falls softly onto them.
You know the friends
that surround them.
We surround you
we lay this ground foot by foot
to
call you in.
And we marvel
at the parts of you
that know exactly what to do
these wolves
in rythym
together
each paw that slaps
the worn wood
emboldens
our next leap.
And then how we
so
easily sleep
on each others bellies
at home inside our shared warmth.
Don’t worry
about your
heart
she heals easy
she has friends
she floats
effortlessly
in rhythm
in the dessert
in your skin
in the comfort of your muscle.
We call the parts of you
that howl
that
know
how to survive
when to leap
when to sleep
when to love
together here
we call
in our courage
we call in our resilience
we call to our tempered white predator eyes
that know and how to silently
deftly
hunt
down
what
nourishes us most.
Together
here we howl
to our minds
to our our friends
to
our pack
together we let
the strongest wolves lead.
-Shannon Tamsin 2017
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