The Minutia of Motion
#VocalNPM Movement as Medicine
The spaces we enter are full of energy
Jumping, bouncing, floor to ceiling
And yet we stand firm, closed and grounded
Ignoring the electric movement of the unseen air
We turn our brains on and the heart stands by
Seeing only what is in front
Blind to the magic penetrating our skin
Begging to be felt and fostered
We let ourself open and our palms feel forced
To wriggle and wrangle, twisting wrists
Our fingers dance to the beat
A drumming, caged inside our gut
We finally seek to listen to the sound
A pounding we've ignored
A wave takes over and the body stretches
Limbs unhinged and moving in freedom
Movement is the medicine we often ignore
Thoughts that we need more triumph
But in the minutia of motion
We settle into expansion and feel the latent love
About the Creator
Candace Stephens
I am a writer, addicted to finding the perfect combination of words to express thoughts, feelings and information in all industries. @candeelouwho
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