Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Moondance therapy

Once I danced with the sun. It scalded my spinal chord, fried the white fat that keeps eyeballs tight in their brain space, and furrowed delirium into my thought process. The sun gifted me with newly invented colors and starry nights, but also cursed me, letting stars stomp me into flat grey mud whenever colors accelerated into high speeds.

Now I dance with the moon.  Same bittersweet solar rhythms, but the moon doesn't rip away my opposable thumbs or stereoscopic vision.  What experience from childhood do you most recreate in hopes of resolution?



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