Hand to Earth by Rebecca Brewin, Index, Writing, Yoga, Retreats, Workshops, Info/Contact
Dropping now onto the river path,
Trees attendant, clad in green;
Feet lightened by the layers of leaves,
Arms swinging free in woolly sleeves,
Water, birds and limbs unfreeze
Into the sound of what’s unseen.
A nook of bank the perfect seat,
A mossy trunk to lean and see;
The tumbling, changing, constant flow,
The fullness of all that letting go,
And in sudden gush was there to show
The river that was in me.
The fabric of this river dance
Is laced through the human skin;
The urge to dash against the grain,
Or find the easy route from pain,
Days of drought, flooding after rain
Is the river that flows within.
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