wild creative life
plays
where the human eye
tends to overlook..
but when you return home
to the tides of your
sensuality
and become enchanted again
by the strings of sensation
that tug you to all the hidden places
right at the edge of your awareness..
then, you find all memory and fiber of you
are dancing –
some swaying gently to the rhythm of your flesh
and others stomping their feet powerfully
in primal syncopation to the drum of your heart..
that wild creative life
surges deeper into unique vibrancy
when you knead the eyes of all your cells
into those
unassuming places
you thought
there wasn’t
magic
