When the mind is free to let the body create

Who am I to stand in the way?

Ashley Blannton, 2012, from the Arteries collection

When the mind is free 
to let the body create
I slither 
down 
the side of the couch
landing on 
soft carpet, 
my back pressing into
firm cushions’
buoyancy
giving into the 
weight of me,
melting as I
breathe,

slowing
 
for the first moment
this evening,
remembering.

Time 
dissolving
I find myself
sprawwwwling
onto belly
hands clawing
back arching
hips thrusting
toes curling

tension 
writhing
through every muscle fiber
a big sigh

releasing 

whatever I was carrying.

And then?
More.
Crawling
twisting
wriggling through
sensual sleeves of fascia.

Everything waving.

Touch 
             one 
                    strand
                               and
                      the
          whole
                      web
                               quivers.

Movement; 
no beginning or ending;
rising, falling, rising again.

Who am I 
to stand in the way of 
this ocean, 
my body?
Even if I tried, 
I couldn’t.

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