The Poetry of Therapy

This is the Poetry of Therapy

 

I don’t know what force moves me to put these words on paper,

to choose words carefully in the sacred space

to check inside myself for the resonance I want to feel

before releasing them into the room (or onto the page).

And then – that most exquisite moment

When they land precisely as intended and the ripples and prickles on my skin confirm it,

Along with the expression on your face, the light in your eyes, and the resonance between us.

 

Sometimes a word, a phrase, or a moment of music is just right. You cannot predict it, you cannot engineer it, but you can feel into the experience and the great vault of language to locate a match.

 

When it floats to the surface, I check it.  Really?  Is this it?

I feel around in my chest or belly or throat

Is this the word?   Let me see….I send it, gently, tentatively,  into the air of the room

Where it drifts across on feelings

And lands with you.   I watch with my eyes and my heart.

I see you change;  your colour, your eyes, how you hold yourself, the very meaning you make of your place in the room.

When it works

the word expands the experience

clarifies meaning

widens perspective

deepens feeling.

When it works, it connects us.

When it works, it changes the world.

 

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