YOU CAN HEAR SEVERAL OF THESE POEMS AT http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=2217241E5367EB2A
FOLDING
In my evening
I am folding a package
of palm leaves
so that in your morning
you can unfold them
and find the sun
MOVING HANDS ABOVE SOMEONE BELOVED
It is a craft
we learned in that school:
moving hands above someone beloved
feeling the energy rise from them
and (instead of letting it gather,
to become either desire or movement)
spreading it softly
through the body-aura
as combing hair
spreads the oil of the skin
to all of the long strands.
Done right it lets the recipient
sleep, but sleep
refilled, untangled,
and wake alive and glad -
so they taught us in that school
where we learned this craft.
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By jerryneuman
Apr 29, 2009
"Heart Left Open" Directly from the heart of the writer to the heart of the reader. How lovely that the door stands ajar. It seems he thinks and dreams a beautiful depth of being.
