With Which Eyes
Take Off
How thankful I am for my broad leg
My favorite table clad in denim
The best and first and only percussive instrument for me
I’m dangerous
So times pulling the push broom down hill
Give thanks
For the long pull
And the back stair
To each their own, a time of rest
In secret
While those that matter
While away their hours
Within reach of ours
The table flipped becomes
Tableau rasa
Thank God
If you’ve been considering Bodywork, Reiki, or Psychedelic Integration, here is a loving nudge.
If now feels like the right time to begin something, it is.
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