You come in pain.
There's a rigidity in your body -
A holding -
A guarding -
A suppressed panic -
Your body seems to say, "What if…?"
What if what?
"What if I'm wrong?
What if nothing will change -
And I feel like this for ever -
Or worse, it worsens…?"
"I've been told…."
"I've got to…."
Yet, companioning you in that place,
Witnessing you just as you are -
No pushing, no pulling -
Listening touch asking you to witness yourself just as you are,
Brings a gradual softening.
"Shall I put my hips here?"
No, let them be.
45 seconds they say -
45 seconds is all the time it takes before something in the body changes -
An emotion - a tightening - a panic - a clenching.
Yet we run from all these feelings into new ones,
Long before the 45 seconds passes - and why not;
They're horrible feelings, they are,
And no one has ever stayed with you,
Said you are human in these feelings and sensations.
"Should I do this with my head?"
No, let it be.
No one has ever stayed with you,
Preferring to change you rather than feel your discomfort.
No one has listened with you to your clenched panic,
For as along as it takes,
"Should I push my knees back here?"
No, let them be.
And witnessed - not judged -
Audienced - not criticised -
The experience changes.
Supported by quiet hands
Space appears -
Possibilities surface -
A clarity stirs.
'Do this' and 'Don't do that',
'Lift here' and 'relax there', all irrelevant;
Your body knows what to do, where to flow…
And now we hear it speak its truth.
So much correctional instruction in the past -
'Make the body behave!'
Oh bless it, and bless you….
No, no, no….
Come, rest under my hands,
Sense the wisdom in your body,
Feel the waves quieten,
"So, I just stand here? Resting on my feet ? My head on top?"
Just lost under all those should-ed shoulds.
Come out, come out; you're too fine to be hidden thus.
Gradually come free,