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Movement Poems

4:44 am
Young man I see your aligned spine
Straight as the day is narrow.
Your step vibrant and strong.

To my fault I see your forgotten memories,
The childhood tilts as an airplane,
The spins that set your mind right.

I wish for you and me the play of the diving Crow, the Bear cub, the Dolphin.
We could at least prepare for the unexpected slight that one day takes our breath away.

4:53 am
Young child I see your memory fade away.
There was a time when we all danced and sang with you hours upon hours
Our camping fires flickering the night with delight.
Our joy burst from us and joined on a path that knew no bounds.

So much harder it is now for you to touch the precious in yourself
And even harder to say, yes life is for living and I am life.
Tim Hurst 12/12/17

4:56 am
Young dancer I see you moment by moment opening memory,
Memory of the curious, asking of the moment to open.
I am inspired by each surprise you find behind each asking.

I wish for you and for me to move in agility until all our memories open.
Tim Hurst 12/12/17

5:02am
Young worker sitting at your arduousness, I see you.
Yes your body complains year after year kindergarten or CEO.
Sitting may as well be called stilling because we and even our meditators
Instill a force upon ourselves to sit still.

Of course there is a purpose of stillness, to move our thoughts, or our fingers.

To my fault I see the cascading memories of movement fade away each moment. Gone is the memory of our selves as continuous and agile movement like music, like a dance.
Tim Hurst 12/12/17

5:15 am
The breath of the singer is a study of agility.
Wish that I and we could open in like anticipation
Of the beauty we can find within.

Our bodies would know the memory of a yawn
That opens every cell in preparation for so much oxygen.
We would again welcome a lifting of ourselves
While spreading our ribs and wings to make space for breath.
We would remember that each breath awakens toes and nose.

We would remember the thankfulness of heart and chest rising like meeting the sun.
Our throats would open as would all the openings surrounded by our collar bone.

All the breath we have welcomed will rush through raising soft palates, bringing a surprise Ah to our throats. Our backs become new born freshness with breath expanding our edges.

At the top of breath we peak at what the next moment can be, rollercoaster or glider. At these moments all cells speak with movement, nasal passages quiver, third eye’s nurture, cranium bones prepare to release geysers of life from their top most joints.

All this is the life of one breath for the singer. We sit and wait for a rendering of sound vibrations revealing this one singer.
Tim Hurst 12/12/17

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My Creator is a Dancer

It is time to cut the seriousness, taking ourselves so seriously that is.

Seriously, Isn’t it time to stop straining so hard to justify ourselves as a grain of the entire cosmos claiming we are the authority on whether there is a creator or not and if so what kind of a creator he or she is. Maybe that old phrase applies here. Get Real, seriously.

A dancer knows when it is time to pop out of the womb that every moment is a fresh creation. What’s there to do? We dance the celebration dance and the stay alert and alive dance as a kind of juggling act. Actually the juggling is already in process. We are born with a kind of binary up and down, expanding and contracting sort of perspective that means we are a creation in process, in the balance as they say. The dancer of whatever age plays within the balance.

So if creation is at hand every millisecond, what is there to decide? Creation exists. We can name it as life. We can observe it. We can catalog it. And within ourselves those tasks are daunting.

Luckily we are equipped with all the resources to probe and experiment with this life, both life that is us and our life that is interconnected with all life. Luckily we do not have to decide if this life is personal or chemical or extra-terrestrial.

A dancer knows that life is the next moment arriving with all its surprises. We do not have to surmise the characteristics of this life because by the time we make our cartoon dance of ourselves, life has divided a million times into another surprise. Why do we suppose that teenage dancers are eager for the next moment while their peers are imagining hundreds of ways to shut down the life they are given.

As an aside, it is curious that we can spend so much seriousness on whether or not we are right about a creator when we can not even decide how to treat the life at our finger tips. Take for example the polar bear as a creature that can solve any of life’s challenges of survival. Yet as we shove them out of their habitat, we can not devise a way to feed and treat them as real life.

Curiously, this the same way we treat insect species that we kill off daily and even our children have no place to fully play within the realms of their immense creative life. We work our children like they were factory rats and wonder why they have no idea what wonder and awe of life is about.

Back to the point of seriousness, we are given all we need to manage and shape our self as a functioning part of life. A dancer takes a simple image with a simple thought and a movement; adds a simple hope and begins to gather data from the richness of their experience. A dancer knows too that there are dials to amplify every quality of movement, focus and emotion and meditation.

Navigation is as simple as asking a question. Ahh, here is the debate of the creator. Can we ask a question of life and get an answer? People who have faced extreme life threatening challenges, say yes. Well yes is yes.

We can ask questions of life and get answers. Never mind that we believe it takes a life time to develop a relationship with life that allows us to ask or to listen for an answer. This is a matter of experience. Experiment with the experience, dare I say it, like a dancer delves into the rich qualities of experience.

Seriously, if we are a fresh creation every moment, isn’t it about time to stop beating around the (burning) bush and get into the business of participating with our life as it grows.

As the dancer knows, life takes attention, anticipation, sorting and discarding what is cumbersome,and of course being vulnerable enough to have fun with a mistake.

So for better or worse my creator is at work every millisecond and I might as well call life like it is. a dancer.

Oh and for all the takers of life, it is not easy and it is best to take those moments of silence that our ancestors treasured as ways to send and receive messages about our experience. It is also helpful to find others who love life to join us in preparing for encounters with the likes of the Christ who answers a question with a question about our empathy, our forgiveness, and our willingness to live a full life.

Outtakes:!?: What about the question if life is worth it, particularly if there is no creator to confer with for further encouragement. The courage of asking the question is sometimes left for the risk takers and the dancers who face their vulnerability in every part of their lives. And also, who is brave enough to ask if being without life is any less challenging on the other side than life is on this side? We might as well slow down our experiment and have fun with life. There is the challenge of real courage.
Tim Hurst 10/07/17

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Dancing the Upside

My play today is with the upside. My teacher, Deborah Hay gave direction for the plié, ” The down is the up. And the up is the down.”

This is a definition of the sine wave. The upward motion contains the momentum and the energy of the downward. The downward motion contains the momentum and energy of the upward.

My emotion and sensation is anticipation and curiosity both approaching the top and the bottom of the curve. Within me is both the delight of life and a kind of responsibility to embrace each wave with willingness.

Here is the place of my dance today. My study is to rise with the breath instantly filling every vessel, every organ, every cell. Toe to head and every millimeter between becomes a sack that fills with oxygen. The whole of me is also in an easy gentle rotation imaging multiple winding helix simultaneously spiraling upwards and downwards.

My body rises with the oxygen filling me. My pelvic diaphragm lifts, my Lung Diaphragm spreads, my Dancer’s Diaphragm behind my solar plexis rotates open, the oxygen opens my cranial base and frees my top vertebra to balance my bobbing head, my Singer’s Diaphragm opens my soft palate reminding me of the slow and gentle third eye and the meditator’s fourth ventricle at the back of my head.

My entire body is filling and with ease extending in all directions beyond my own boundaries. My internal image of a winding helix is participating in the extension not only upwards and outwards but also downwards.

The energy of the spiraling helix is simply upwards and downwards at the same time.

This is not an abstract motion. This is the motion of anticipating something I love, an embrace, holding a child, riding a bicycle. This is the lifting beyond my self and at the same time connecting down within myself. This is the balance of exuberance and personal joy. This is the meeting of people, animal, and plants. This is my reaching to receive the gifts of my creator, Life.

Returning to my practice and experiment of rising with and through my breath, I come face to face with my willingness. The renewed life from the oxygen is both delightful and overwhelming. I have a choice, to force the breath through willful direction or to embrace each breath as a new creation.

The process of life is vast. The repetitive simple inhale and exhale opens and connects every part of myself. With each repetition, my cells die and are replaced with fresh new cells. The circumstance has changed.

My choice is to embrace the extension as both upwards and downwards or to attempt to force myself into one direction. If I choose to only extend outwards then I limit myself to brittleness. If I choose to instead fall into the downward nature of the curve, I will also limit myself and clasp my fists around anything to stabilize my fall.
My willingness is literally embracing the life that is filling me. If I do this slowly in the preparation for my dance, I have access to trillions of minute variations and qualities of moving and being. Any circumstance will be a place to extend beyond and within myself at the same time.
Tim Hurst 09/22/17

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Max Loughan on God and Energy

Must see 13 year old Max Loughan, scientist and entrepreneur on Facebook who wants to make the world a better place. He means it.

To Max Loughan

I loved your interview with the scientist who wanted to identify with you and could not grasp the largeness of your conception of Life.

My wish for you is to keep exploring deeper into the essence of life and the ways we can treasure life. Teach our children to love life more and more. Do not stop with what we think we know and most of all do not follow the shallow thinking that the experiences of the people of religion and the arts have no value. They are the supreme searchers. They are the explorers of the different realities and the infinite realms of vibrations and energy that you hope to understand.

Mathematics and reality are partners. Life is the essence of creation. The energy that makes up Life is based on Love that is infinite beauty as seen in the fractal. There are two books that make the distinction between Life as the essence and Love as the transformer of man when man can not transform himself or his world beyond what he knows.

One is Glenda Green, Love Without End. The other is Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. You will have already approached all the questions they raise. However, there is the question of a creative force beyond our knowing that no person comprehends. One reason we do not comprehend is that Love is an infinite care and nurture of life that we humans have the capability of thwarting and reversing for our own ends.

I am curious if you have an equation for this, our ability for self deception and our commitment to an illusion that we make things better by our thought even though our world keeps showing us how we miscalculate the delicate balance of our ecosystems and even our own bodies.

My search is for the wisdom within the movement of Life and how we can communicate with that wisdom and live within it. My feeble efforts are at http://movineasy.com/blog.

Thank you Max Loughan. Your courage is looking and speaking clearly.
Wishing you the best with your search and your innovations.
Tim Hurst 081917