The movements within the waters of our body, water seen as our emotions, dance like a pendulum.

They don't hang down, but swing back and forth. Rhythmically. 

Much like the ocean waves crashing one after another.

That permanent state creates a soothing mechanism that is enchanting and hypnotizing. It reminds me of a relentless teacher. She / he won't give up on you.

Our feelings, the fresh breath of a moment. Never permanent, willingly fluid, mutable.

A movement in ourselves asking to be noticed. Observed and felt within the cells of our bodies.

Meticulously made containers of a stellar origin. 

Swinging back and forth watch them come and go. Letting go is not so much an art but a mechanism of survival.  




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