In these photos, students press, or tap, or massage their jaws--to find their smiles. Nancy leads them to giggle on the lip of insanity, like Rumi, then find the centered breath.
Then, I saw sunrise frequencies
emanate from your body, like music An excited person in light absorbs
wavelengths she herself gives off , asif light were the nutrient for feeling Color is a mirror where we seeourselves with living things , scarletneck feathers, infant asleep acrossyour heart, like-to-like
MIRACLESWhy, who makes much of a miracle?As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,Or stand under trees in the woods,Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at nightwith any one I love,Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,Or animals feeding in the fields,Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quietand bright,Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.To me the sea is a continual miracle,The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--theships with men in them,What stranger miracles are there?
Namaste to Nancy and all the students who came today. And Namaste to BORP and the Ed Roberts campus for giving us the space to offer Poetry in Motion!