When I look into the water I see blurred shapes. Or do I?
Are they not, rather, revealed ones?
Is this not a message from my body?
Is it not the intersection between opening through movement and movement through opening?
Is it not the lesson of the water that they are the same? Is this not the blood speaking?
Is it not saying that life and the body each have their languages? and that they touch?
and that this is the mystery?