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.


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§ 4 Responses to drowning

  • Karin says:

    The waves of clarity followed by obscurity wash over the reader too. All you can do is ride those waves and know that when turbulence subsides, calmer waters will return.

  • the reader recognises her own inks spreading, diffusing confusion into every cell. She sits and breathes, allows the resonance, and claims the colours of emotions swirling into distracting patterns of interest, catching her, binding her into the stories…as the tumble drier squeaks and the kettle boils, she pours some hot clear water and makes tea for the start of the day.

  • yes, its time for a “proper pot” 🙂

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