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This poem captures the heart of what it means to allow oneself to rest. As you read this poem, I invite you to allow the words to wash over you, to allow the opportunity to breathe, to allow the bodymind to settle and speak to the parts that are crying out for just a moment of rest. The author of this poem. is Justin Harrison - a poet that is, that was, and that will continue to be. Rest eyes, you that take in the torrent of visual stimuli, digital data by the draught. I feel your strain, your flitting tennis match observations. Rest eyes Feel the support of my thumbs as, through closed, heavy lids, they wipe away the laden excess of what you’ve been asked to (endlessly) observe. Rest lips, from the burden of saying the right thing, of finding the words to speak. You, the gatekeepers of the precious inner world, tasked with speaking a thousand amorphous intricacies at once. Let your pursed, alert guardsmen relax into the weightless sweet of just this moment. Rest ears, from swallowing the monotony, the unending stream of sound, into your deep caverns. May the buzz and blip and blight fade and wane as you tune into the stillness that is just here. Rest all, parts and systems, dynamic and synchronous. Let your ceaseless striving be carried in the ocean of what is. You are here and that is all that need be. So, rest. This is a great poem to read before or after a BodyTalk session or really any time your needing help to find that deep rest and appreciation for all our bodymind does for us throughout the day.
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