I'm drifting in and out. I feel my body. I'm in liminal space. I drift with intention in the ebb and flow. I watch around me, my body an instrument to feel. There are a millions flows. Each flow a taste. Metal in my mouth. Bitter sweet burnt. Salty, buttery crunch. Where are the soft lips. Opening mouth. Wet tongue? Hands on my body. I feel the energy of them. But they are not here. I bask in the momentary bliss and swirl into another flow.
Like a mote in the wind, I am pulled and blown. Hands moving the tai chi. I swirl in my own effervescence spiraling, looping forward and back toward my destination. Dancing between the force of the pulling and the object which is pulled. I am only in the now-here. I can only surrender to the power that is both inside and outside of me.