A new poem: WE LIVE IN A PHYSICAL WORLD & a performance

Let yourself sink

into your deep pocket.

Get into your gravely voice.

Moan your existence

into this world.

Take time to

smear the mud

of the earth on your body

or you will loose yourself 

in your daily strivings.

For we are not born once

but are created

again and again.

It is a daily choice.

Sink your heels

into the ground.

Feel the circle of life

from light to night

spiral 'round your spine.

Feel the thrust of your pelvis

up, up to the sky.

Feel the bellows of your diaphragm.

Let your breath

steam the air

with the passion of becoming.

Let your heart burst/break with love/longing

for all things.

For we belong to all things.

We are all things.

Tremble

on the brink of emerging.

Every minute, we can be born.

 

https://www.ted.com/talks/bill_t_jones_the_dancer_the_singer_the_cellist_and_a_moment_of_creative_magic#t-374444

(This is a performance gem by a master. I stumbled on this favorite from a couple of years back and to me it embodies this poem. If for any reason the link doesn't work, GOOGLE "Bill T Jones TED Talks 2016.  Believe me it is worth it.)