Yes, this chapter
laid wide open on my table, where seeing it daily I sometimes forget to notice
but I know it

It speaks full, ancient wisdom, well-versed
more than the woman ascribed in the fibers of the pages
ink sinking into congruent possibilities

The words fly, orbiting betwixt and between my eyes and ears
serendipitous unravelings
unbound
flying freely off the pages

I gently turn the page
allowing the next chapter to rise to the surface
as sunlight shines on open space

So I will speak more, early
even resonate some chapters in bold proclamations
for my future requires no apology in its predication

And here I find myself stepping in pattern
me across from you
my voice and yours
I see the love in your eyes
knowing  that moving and speaking on this beautiful journey
binds my disjointed bits  

The woman in these pages is me
my eyes, composed know my soul
I am primed to practice - I am ready
I feel my voice vibrate in my chest
sinking into simultaneous possibilities


We lay still, minds untangled 
eyes closed
stillness after chaos
my breath like waves on the shore of my heart
and 
laying complexity aside
eyes closed, composed
know my soul

My response to NaPoWriMo.net Day Thirty – the last day of National Poetry Writing Month. The prompt was to “write a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem.” I am unsure if this is truly a contradiction of my poem, Woven in Patterns, written on Day One, but perhaps a different perspective. Both poems reflect my experience practicing TaKeTiNa which is a meditative, musical, group rhythm process. I have found practicing TaKeTiNa regularly with my husband, who is one of the few TaKeTiNa teachers in the US, has been incredibly self-revealing and transformative. You can find out more about TaKeTiNa here and if you live near the Dallas area you can come and experience TaKeTiNa for yourself – or if you live in another part of the world I encourage you to explore if TaKeTiNa is offered in your area.