February 16, 2011 § 4 Comments
The feeling appears like a toxin. A bitter taste seeping into awareness, threatening to overwhelm the mover, who sits and pauses and sobs for a few minutes. Nobody hears, only the moving witness who puzzles over where the sound is coming from for although it is sensed in the body-mind the experience seems to belong to no-one, least of all the mover. And then, unwanted, clarity is drowning. Like a foul dye clouding water: transparency is obscured.