To L.S.H, K.M, D.L, A.S, A.F
Those who walk us through the motions
of coming alive again,
Teach us to breathe
in ways and places we never dreamt of,
open horizons, develop muscle,
tissue, blood, carrying more oxygen
we had until then carried
with constant heedful reminders
they bring us back to here, now
the body as it is and feels
have us contact the immediacy of our life
the beauty of one’s Vessel
carrier of the Soul,
Soul they were text messaging
the whole time, with their fingers
deft, like Morse, where less
is more.
Art Work Yaron Rosner
Upon reading this, so many images flashed through my mind. My initial thoughts took me back to those magicians who nursed me back to health when my body was fighting against death, then it jumped to past lovers and my husband of a time gone by, who, through their magic, stirred my Soul. My sons too, who have taught me so much, and who, through a sleight of hand, have brought me alive time and time again. This poem says it all and gives hope to those who cannot find the exit of the waiting room!……lovely Keren….x
Dear Andrea,Your refections touch me deeply, the way you experience life, so deeply full of heart. Thank you
I love this, Kiki. It takes me back to yesterday’s conversation.
so true, thank you Linda!
Reminds me of your taekwondo journey!! Beautiful ❤️
<3!xoxoox