There’s no use looking for road signs.
The language of the soul is in waves
Pulsing and flowing, dancing through the body.
Channels of light and sound
Carving and curving
Like the breath
Through the lungs.
To dance is to let the soul speak.
Poetry is where the abstract and the logical meet.
Inside, there are deep oceans, rivers, streaming back and forth from the source.
Spleen & stomach, a mountain range.
Brain, a far away galaxy.
Heart, a fire pit.
Womb, a black whole.
Walking the edge of my spine, I rise through layers of Red Earth & Deep Water, until meeting the Sun in my belly. Her fire gives life to the Green Forest of my heart and lungs. I rise through the blue of sky and sound until finally reaching the level of Eagle, his Vision seeing through all illusion. Spirit reaches in, and I loose sense.
All contained and yet uncontainable.
This invisible road map leaves subtle messages, visions, callings, colors, like bread crumbs to follow when the soul gets lost. Follow them home.
in(hale), and out
Like the breath.
Soothing us with that slow rhythm.
Guiding us home.
Alex Crow teaches regularly at Laughing Lotus Yoga Center in San Francisco. She is also a Reiki Master and a co-founder of vîv, an all female Bay Area dance collective.