sometimes it works

I made a phrase.

I studied it, I played in it. It flowed.

Memories of other improvisations were there. The stuff of me.

Sense in non-rational investigation

food, water, trust, sunlight, ease

With music, but not only of it not trying to interpret it let it support the unfolding.

sometimes

it feels like many things are at work, at once

convergence of spirits

here and not

to support the creating

of art

of allowing truth, in service

of acting in fate

solstice planets powers

return of light

being with dark

in a cycle of forgiveness

for letting the power of fear

make you forget

what wants to come through.