My dear dancer forming as a crystal
Molecular brilliance responding reforming
Each moment a creation revealing itself.
Yet you, crystal brilliance, touch the cosmos with your eyes.
Opening and closing eyes gifting self and every self with something beyond yourself..
You are eyes nurturing every formation within you.
You are eyes with a reach into the worlds of person and leaf and star and night.
Yet you, only you are the crystal forming your unity of person on person into infinity.
You and your eyes make union with your self or not, with other crystals or not.
You crystal dancer can stare as if you do not exist or wish it so.
Or every cell of you can offer to join you in celebration of yet another crystal.
Yet you crystal dancer and your eyes are the gate to an intimacy with life as it forms in your every move.
And your eyes may nourish your every cell and reveal each one to us your fellow dancers.
For you see my dear crystal dancer, I grow as you grow, crystal upon brilliant crystal.
Tim Hurst 11/14/17
My walk today was in 95 degree noon day sun. I had to take a slower pace to savor the shade and not push too hard in the sun. Already needing a nap and needing to eat as well, I had to find ways to rejuvenate my energy.
My eyes were being shocked as I moved from shade to sun. I began rejuvenating my eyes in the shaded areas. Allowing my focus to wander through the flickering light of tree leaves calmed me and my eyes were being kind of rocked in the light cool breeze.
When I moved into the hot sunlight, my eyes would go into a rest state as if they were riding the cool breeze of the shade I can just left behind.
To rejuvenate myself, I slowed the pace of my body into an easy rise and fall along with my breathing. Then I realized that even with a slow overall body speed, my feet were speeding up to get to the next patch of shade.
I slowed my feet by catching the weight of my legs in a rise and then releasing their weight into a fall. Even the arches of my feet took this easy rise and fall pace. My breathing was heavy but deep and easy. I wonder if the air drafts under an airplanes wings were this kind of catching weight upwards and then weight lowering through air drafts when the craft slows.
A clear sensation began to form. Each cell of my body opened in anticipation of the next inhale. I felt like a ballon with trillions of air sacks to lift me as I walked in this slow rising and falling rhythm.
My study of dance came clear. Ballet lowering and rising is the experience of opening every cell for the next inhale. The visceral anticipation opens my curiosity to the next moment of fun and interconnection. The nutrients and oxygen on the way is a kind of reward for the hope I hold before me. All I can think of is to ask for the delight of my next breath.
Finding a deep shade on the sidewalk, I completely yield to a dance of following energy curves in multiple directions and shapes. I bank and dive into roller coaster curves with ever so slight and unnoticeable dances.
Tim Hurst 09/20/17