She was her own cyclone owning the twisted
Spiral of her dance across land that was yet hers
She took it without malice, without right or wrong
She took it cause she was it’s path going that way
It’s hard to know the nature of moments
In their rising out of the cold and hot joining
In the vaporous grey vortex of destruction
In the call to be right there and then taking
Exquisite is the vulnerable matter of form
Ever built to house the matter of us
Evidence of our earthly desire to exist
Each one of us a storm of light waiting to happen
Will you know the spiral of your dance
Waiting on the edge of your land yet taken
Wandering with clues held in your heart
Whirling within the right and wrong
You are the nature of moments
Rising out of the cold and hot
Joined in the vaporous vortex of living
Called to be here right now
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back to the sippy of the coffee… Day 23… there are a lot of little vortexes of energy whirling around me. Some take a piece of me and twist ever so slightly. Some I just throw myself into and tumble about…Breathe…
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 