Hey, are you listening?
Listening to this body?
This magnificent machinery
I hear the water holds memory
Energetic imprints
Of all that you touch
And all that has touched you
What have you disavowed?
Can you remember what was once forgotten?
Will you dare to find out? To not look away?
Are your howls of reclamation echoed back by the abyss?
Is it (finally) time to put down your shame? These narratives you’ve called yours?
The eternal dance of love & fear
This fragile body, incisive mind, outstretched soul
Make for quite the rollercoaster ride, don’t they?
Are you listening?
To the waves of grief crashing along the shores of awareness?
Lighting up with the bioluminescence of deep, unspoken loss?
Are you alive, or just breathing?
Are you lucid, or attached to your numbness?
The water in my body remembers
Memories of burned bodies, bloodlines erased, timelines lost
It remembers the silencing of voices that speak for justice
An inheritance of violence, of silence
A silence we agree to choke on
The truth is a slow stream at first
Then a gentle river
Before it assumes its final form
As the harbinger of destruction & rebirth
Will you let yourself go?
Will you surrender to the flow?
Will you allow this sweet alchemy?
The only way out is through
I hope the water in your body remembers
Because the water in mine does