Jan 4 - ars poetica fragment

 I think of poetry as a yoga nidra, a fixing of attention, a guiding of body and awareness into space, imagination, activation. Contraction and release, attuning to homeostasis, the generation of heat and its dissipation (on a molecular level, this too is movement to stillness, or perhaps movement rippling away from the body). I think there are many centers to the person, they ripple out and tap against each other. Most often we center in the brain or the heart, often forgotten is the breath, the hands, the liver, the sacrum. This is the struggle: to dance between them, remember and align them, give one muscle rest by contracting another...