Sting of a wasp Rip of a nail A razor’s slice The needle’s plunge.
A piercing word A stab of betrayal The boundary crossed A trust broken.
In this lacerating moment Pain is all you know. Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh, Scribing incandescence in your nerves. Right here In this single searing point Of intolerable concentration, Wound becomes portal. Dive through to the wild brilliance of the Self.
~ Vijnana Bhairava Tantra
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
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