INSPIRATION

I wrote this poem in 1988 just before we started our school and just before my wedding to Julie Lauterstein.  I love massage, our school and my wife – I’m a fortunate person!

 

INSPIRATION

 

Hands touching places never touched.

Forearms with a river flowing between two bones.

 

Panning for the gold in your hands,

I find reflections of everyone you’ve been –

the heavenly queen,

the knight whose armor shone in the sun,

the sleeping child with hands

like kittens on top of each other,

the serf whose shoulders bore the plow.

 

“Your feet, my dear,” he said, “are alphabetical.”

26 ways to say, “The earth is my home.”

A bone for each week of the year,

Phalangeal months,

Pedal astrology:

Leo meets the Longitudinal Arches

And Capricorns like hooves.

 

All the stars make waves everywhere inside of you.

 

It’s not enough to say,

This shoulder is beautiful,

And that hip leaves nothing to be desired.

The ball and socket speak

In an Oriental language of completeness and freedom,

Movement through the union of opposites.

 

Ribs float in the air,

Summer nights the boughs move

More gently in the breeze

And your breath persuades my heart to love.

 

It is impossible that hair is not tall grass,

Impossible that wind is not breath,

That your legs are not panther legs,

Your head not a falcon’s.

 

There are too many people in this world

Not to love them all.

 

Hands alight –

Lotus petals

On the abdomen

 

Words point to what we can not say,

What we can not speak of, we hope to touch.

Touch the world.

 

You call it therapy.

I call it love.