I join Dancer Dragon Slayer.
We choose a tree where we will prepare for our journey.
We close our eyes, We enter secret spaces, expansive kingdoms.
Here I will know the fullness of courage that will carry me
to the Dragon’s lair.
The moment my eyes close, my dance begins with movements so slight, I feel my eyes joining the tree quietly rustling with delicate breezes and also creating our own breezes simply with our hidden eyes.
I recall thousands of moments just before entering a dance. Silent. Absolutely still. Readiness becomes brightness.
My eyes relax and move calmly spreading to receive the life around me preparing to send waves of life that my eyes will precede and then follow.
My breath gives way to spreading and lifting brightness through me. My arms too give way to a weight as if they are falling into gravity in all directions at once.
We enter our secret kingdoms the two of us, Dancer Dragon Slayer and I.
Tim Hurst 07/09/18
Who Do You Say that I Am?
Energy of course. Alternating energy you say yet what is that?
I suppose I am the aperture of my own camera that nurtures the energies I receive, those I follow, and those I join with my very own energies.
Yes I suppose I have to nurture and own up to my own energies. So simple you say yet who am I to say.
Dare i? Step into my own energies?
Where would my courage come from? my balance?
Strength given through my immense energies you say?
Start Again We All Say.
Where is my energy now? Images I delight in? Movements I delight to find in me? Sounds I echo at my surface edge?
Where do my energies meet to clean themselves, to shine themselves, to nurture a beginning again?
Tim Hurst 07/01/18
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
If every one of my precious traumas were a glitch along my spine,
I would have to skip or hop to travel top to bottom.
And I would fly fast over each treasured ill so as not to see too much.
For if my eye were to hover in slowest content tears may have to create a river to mine the canal of this my soul.
Yet one ancestral movement passes through all that. The seeing so intricate, the knowing so molten, any trauma nurtured and unmoored.
Tim Hurst 11/13/17