My Experience of Your Experience

In this space
Where space comes alive I,
was silenced.
Loosed within me
My spirit met an energy
That danced with it and through it,
Rejoiced in recognition
And I had to fight,
The urge of my body
To sit on that floor
So my spirit could run free,
To lie in wait,
Until it understood,
It could absorb
All that this new meeting
Was meant to reveal.

But I moved with the crowd
And sat in a carved coconut tree,
Inside a tomb
That echoed my birth,
Connected beyond my skin,
I understood… riveted in this space.
And like the waxed bowl of white
That embraced its wick on the mantle piece
It holds me…
Suspended in my reveries
Drifting in and out of the conversations
Of those who surround me.
Them, pondering the elements of this energy
Me, diving fully.
For in the objects of this story
An experience unfolds
Unfolds me…

Marielle Barrow, March 29th, 2005