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Words that touch what can only be felt

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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
                Resisting,
                                Considering
                                                Relaxing.
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,
choosing,
 deciding.
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.
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Come join Elizabeth and others to explore what this means at the WOW of CONTACT 2014
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