Tuesday, June 5, 2012
A simple stretch , standing outside, the sun's fingers barely reaching for the moon-a breath kiss. Lacing my fingers, so my thumbs touch and with palms up, lifting my arms upwards as I gaze through the heart formed by my thumbs. I could feel and see my arms quivering as they stretched upward. I did not think my body that weak. As the sun stretched higher painting the blush, I also continued to stretch, gazing through the heart formed by my hands. A gentle whisper, carried by the birds posed a question - "why do you think it 'weakness' when you reach and your vision is through the heart, and you feel it quivering and becoming alive?"