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Words that touch what can only be felt

A poem by Elizabeth K.-
 I remember waiting
                Waiting for weight.
                                Your weight. Slowly dripping into and through me.
I remember the stark awareness of my cells receiving you
I remember your eyes,
                Your voice…
But mostly your weight
                                And your wait.
On the edge of a thousand possibilities…wait, wait.
I remember moving,
I remember merging and running away.
I remember the softness of the floor,
The pouring of weight,
                                The impulse to wait.
                                                I remember your pulse.
I remember the flow of my weight to yours.
Flowing deeper into the silent space where there is only weight
and breath
and weightlessness.
Come join Elizabeth and others to explore what this means at the WOW of CONTACT 2014

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