I listen to the snake. The familiar rhythm that has led me deep into my own awareness of my body, my heavenly body, the gift of life.
Trying to find my way in the dark, closing my eyes, letting my body speak as it needs to.
Letting go of control, letting go of direction.
Flowing with the impulses, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes full of rage and energy, sometimes collapsed with despair and loneliness.
Working to have the courage to feel and acknowledge the intense emotions, the creativity, the seductions, the fantasies, the obsessions.
Embracing the power flowing with the energy and the movement. Finding medicine, becoming medicine in my movement, in my expression and my transmutation.
The rattle moves me, silences the thoughts and the analysis.
My body screams WAKE UP! Move, become, transform, be alive, be rhythmic. Let yourself fall into the present, be fully in this moment, in this possibility, in this awareness.
Purge the poison of others, cleanse the body temple. Let it guide you through the darkness and the unknowing. Move your way through the way the snake sheds its skin.