Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
In these moments I let myself thaw
from noun to verb, finding my own
liquidity, and let gravity begin
to pull like an old, sweet summoning,
I then sluice through labyrinthian cracks
in my own becoming, flowing faithfully
right to the feet of this great mountain
of stillness behind my sternum.
And then - here I am
on the richness of gaining
absolutely nothing at all.
- Brooke McNamara