“Each Is A Living Flute”
shāna, Nude #1, ©2012
shāna, Nude #2, ©2012
I work hard, long. Then I’m halted. I focus sharply, losing track of all else, excepting what’s before me. Then I fold. I start, I stop. The detachment is far worse than all else no matter the cause, be it physical, mental or emotional. I “know” movement will resume…eventually. If only this made the collapse any less brutal.
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