More poetry from movement. Miranda Tufnell's group workshops are proving to be a lifeline and a major source of inspiration, working with other movers and creators. 
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This one is my take on another mover. 

Wild Calm

Quiet- I stand and breathe

Wild energy breathing through.

Fire dancing a quiet flame.

You won't know what wild exaltation dances in

This ecstatic soul.

A world within worlds

Where novas blast their light

Across aeons

And the echo of the first division of time and space

Can still be heard singing in

The tiniest insect's summer song. 

And here is one from my own work at the workshop:

Sheela-na-gig

I gather

I gather

I've sown 

And now I reap.

All this is mine

Dark and light.

I delve deep

And deep

And deep.

I bring it back from

Where it went.

It is not lost.

Nor am I.

For now I build

And weave my thread

Making anew.

Nothing is broken

Only waiting.

It is not lost.

And nor am I.