If I touch your eyes will I see horizons empty themselves toward breathless mountains? If I touch your shoulders will I release the song sparrows that accompany your days? If touch your hands, will I understand why so many things in this world come in twos? If I touch your heart, will I feel mornings knocking at the door of your bones with their tender and stormy promises? Sweet net of skin, you have caught me too: the birds in my blood are rustling in their nest. Thus the transformation has begun: we have slipped into bark and feather, wing and fin, under the night sky at the moment when everything adds up to the moon. Under the day sky when the salmon chooses her river, the hawk chooses her sky. Now we know something of what the body knows: how it can expound and prophesy in preparation for everything— instructing us how to love this world with all those spirits speaking their names next to our hearts.
From: Vol.10 N.01 – Private: The Transformative Now
This Body that Carries Us
by Madronna Holden