It is a privilege to spend some of my time witnessing others movements towards health. Often it feels so much more than ‘going to work.’

 

Waiting for my client to arrive

 

Oil wet

Side street

Sweats

Rainbows.

 

Puddled

Rain

Poaches

Feathers.

 

Purple skies

Bleach

Seats

Lilac.

 

Air filled

Tumbler

Collecting

Time.

 

Cactus

Grey grit

Re-cycles

Jar.

 

Door jam

Opens

Hope filled

Rest.

 

Listening

When I listen

I dance within words

mine

yours.

 

Jumping

I bump into preconceived rhythms of disturbance and rhyme and yet

imperceptibly

we two tip-toe towards an expansion of time

Towards a place where

connections and oneness with sentence and sentience

force aside

my collator, my narrator, my personal promulgator, until presently,

Presciently,

We three clear the ground in readiness for the re-emergence

of Natural stillness

and Eternal love upon

breezes of ease and lightness within

Our shared

breath.

 

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