Essence of Motion Rotating

Finding stillness in the quiet of night I surrender to the soft sounds and rhythms pulsing through the depths of my being. Moved by an internal animation of subtle sensation spreading from my heart through my core to my limbs I begin to voice an essence of motion rotating gently upon forces of eternity. Cradled in an effortless flow I spin through the Madrona grove and off the high, crumbling bluff. I float west over the bay to the snow covered peaks of the Olympics until a sudden shudder draws me home to the cold, wet ground, to a deep breath, to a quiet acceptance, to a soft tone of knowing.