What do you remember about stillness? Tell me about a storm
that came and broke. How will you change? What is the weight of
your relaxed state? How will you begin again? How will I unstick
myself if I am indeed stuck. How will I move. How will I wait.
How will I stay tender. How will I go off a pattern. How will I
sense the weight instead of anticipating. What is the sequence
from not crying to crying. What is the sequence from a state of
failure and a stirring. Is there watching the shadow line creep
across the water. Is there conspiring for more vegetables. Is there
kale repulsion. What are the elaborate rituals to be done in public
to inhabit you. When does your guard drop. Can running out of
breath express this feeling. Does the touch prompt the storm
break. Can a line of energy suspend until it breaks. Does calm
amplify chaos and come back to itself. Can you tell the story as
you float. How do you move the word bubble around you with
only your torso. Can a call to caring lead to a break. This dream is
between life and death, neither and both. This dream is being
an unremarkable, ordinary being. This activates the musical and
molecular practices of language. What is the storm of the
tenderheart practice. The crying. The breaking. The crumbling.
The new line of energy. Does a certain quality of touch produce
variation, tripping, getting in each other's way, not making
choices, having to recover,
-Kimberly Alidio
