Thursday, March 22, 2007

Annelisa MacBean, East Bay Body Tales Ongoing Group

(written during a Body Tales class, March 7, 2007)

The snake took a deep breath and with an easy movement, shed her skin.
Flowing into open space, blood left behind, releasing into dappled sunlight under trees.
Like a new seed opening, attending each breath, she listens for movement...
Water rushing nearby, grass growing toward the sun.
Cleared of negativity, she accepts the miracle of her new, soft cheeks;
her old skin left behind as a gesture of giving back to the elements for all that she has received.