I need a new language
One that accounts for something behind the mind
Deeper than these thoughts
The every day this and that of life
I need a language of the body
A language of the earth
Words I feel in the soles of my feet
And at the back of my thighs
Words that make something move behind my eyes
And below the surface of my mind
I want to sink back into the world
To let it hold me and to watch what arises
Then make note of it
Let it seep out of me onto the page
I want space in my days for wonder and rest
And for the recording of it all
The meaning of it - the sacred beauty of these days
How they flicker past in an instant
I want language that makes them last
That captures the blessing of the present moment without losing sight of it
I want to touch down into myself
Into that part of me that is beyond this life and part of the great everything
And yet fully here, hands and feet digging deep into this messy, rich life.
And I want to feel you there
I want you to know we are one —
Looking at the same moon
Orbiting around the same sun.