Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Blind Bodyworker

The Blind Bodyworker

The braille of the body
tells its story
to my blind fingers.

my blind fingers
that stumbled at first
along the path
of a naked limb,
but then gained sight
of a different sort:

the sight
of a listening touch,

the sense
of balance or imbalance,

the inner vision
of muscle, bone and fascia
all interconnected
in one breath.

sharpened sensations speak out
as guides to inform my touch -
quiet pointers on the way
of trust in movement and the flow.

upon the journey
to inner wholeness,
now I see
that I was really blind before -
I sought to see
the world
through my eyes.


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