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a threshold is crossed or, rather, unravelled. a line that reconnects me to where i had always been. rekindling the waters of the body through melodies and prayers and songs and praises and tastes and sounds and movements, oh how the body knows. to stand in front of a mirror and to smile, not in narcissism, but in joy. it’s looking at the picture of my young, young self in an orange tub, bathing in the garden. or the one in a red jacket holding a white VHS. or the one with the messy hand after eating a slice of birthday cake. i am both and not that person, i grew into an adult, i have added new names, i have submerged myself in the waters of becoming. a three-fold submersion, a clarification of identity only made clear by the love surrounding me. affirming words, like honey, melting into ears wide open. a call to remember what is no longer separate, but rather a continued chosenness. a promise and declaration. a certificate and additional residency. we talked about the duality of the anxiety of beauty that happens in creating meaning of our experiences, the way the sun hits the tree’s leaves, to take a moment to reflect, rather than forget, even for an instance, an act of justice.
in the midst of waters, submerged, enveloped, feet raised and body floating, a calm of water surrounding my hair; – and then, samson gal.
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