The Weaver of Silk
The delicate weaving of silken flesh
A tapestry of body's wear
Hands nimble and knowing
Which threads to weave and which threads to leave.
Intelligent hands sensing the whole
Seeing implicit beauty, a flower unfolding
Dowsing for waters of life giving mystery
He touches a soul's depth.
You, my friend, are a master weaver
Humbly threading healing alchemy
Spaciousness of breath, bone and gesture
The body of liquid crystalline glows.
Anchoring resilience within the matrix
Gravity’s flow between heaven and earth
My body aligns with grace and ease
Opening to the call of the muse
Giving thanks for the silence in which to listen.
Tokyo movement training 2007
With love from Carol