Against the floor
I am letting my body go in its tiredness
Just here, yawning and stretching my arms, my legs
For sure I didn’t know
Until against the floor
How much was there to go
I let my body roll, there on the floor, eyes closed
And very slow, I feel my breath catching the flow,
bringing new blood to all my cells
The music enters through all my senses.
I start to see with my feet. They receive the tingling of the lashes.
These newly open eyes guide me and the movement comes
I am now standing on my new eyes-flow feeling and seeing the beat
Just what it is, forgotten the I know, my feet go, my feet feel the flow, they see as they
touch, they move and caress, I have now four hands and new ears for the music rocking
my body from bottom up, from inside out and in again I have a new anatomy and a
language at my toes: feel – feed – forget – form – forgive – flourish – flow the waves
flow and the sand rolls the renewal rhythm called eternity.
Author: Maria-Luisa Ruiz, WritingWaves, February 2026