I feel a mixture of longing, yet a place I wish not to remember; re-enter. My heart beats so hard at the thought of that place.
The vibration of her voice as those songs, those chants, ripped open my soul. Every part of me bowed and surrendered to the truths in these songs written in times not even comprehensible to my existence. Yet I knew them, I knew them more intimately than my own family. I knew them more intimately than I had known any lover. Those were the songs that brought me here.
And then she led me with such fierce grace, through a journey of my physicality. Feelings I had never touched upon. My body became the God. My body became the answers, my protector. My body became my only reason for existence. Once again, I knew, there was something far deeper to this place, this introduction more than many of us had even attempted to contemplate.
Your instructions ringing in my ears, a part of me pleading, begging, no… no… don’t take me there; with the rest of me screaming desperately to know it all now, demanding that the truth be here to me.
You bent me over, once, twice, the tears welled up in my eyes, saying no more, yet never wanting to leave that place. Then a third time, and I bless you God, never in my life could I forget that space.
© 2010 Emma Sumner
The vibration of her voice as those songs, those chants, ripped open my soul. Every part of me bowed and surrendered to the truths in these songs written in times not even comprehensible to my existence. Yet I knew them, I knew them more intimately than my own family. I knew them more intimately than I had known any lover. Those were the songs that brought me here.
And then she led me with such fierce grace, through a journey of my physicality. Feelings I had never touched upon. My body became the God. My body became the answers, my protector. My body became my only reason for existence. Once again, I knew, there was something far deeper to this place, this introduction more than many of us had even attempted to contemplate.
Your instructions ringing in my ears, a part of me pleading, begging, no… no… don’t take me there; with the rest of me screaming desperately to know it all now, demanding that the truth be here to me.
You bent me over, once, twice, the tears welled up in my eyes, saying no more, yet never wanting to leave that place. Then a third time, and I bless you God, never in my life could I forget that space.
© 2010 Emma Sumner