I wrote these reveries during last Summer Movement Monastery.
The first set came from focusing on skin as we moved, then writing from the feeling.
The second pieces are from my journal.
I want [my veil] to unfurl so I toss her but don’t drop her. I let her billow. I wrap a wide arc of space in her skin. Soon she has seduced me into her world. My legs and feet have forgotten their clay and I am in the small sky that inhabits my NYC apartment. Air is always a morsel of sky, yes? Breath is always a morsel of sky.