Occasionally an inspired student will write a poem elicited by their practice of the Alexander Technique. Mark Phialas (Phialasophy.Blogspot.Com) brought this into his lesson this week:
Butter Gravity Each morning The body Is tight, Almost distant, Like a stick of Land O Lakes In the fridge. Imagine Taking that butter And putting the dish On an ever so slightly warm surface, Where time And that gentle heat Provide the ultimate massage. Constructive rest Uses the same principle. Breathing, the floor, And time merge Into a healthy alliance: Their purpose Is simply To help You let it all go. And you can. Imagine you’ve Been prone, Perhaps asleep, In an Arctic space; You mull a bit As you slowly Begin the thaw By easing Onto the floor. Eventually, You find the heart Of your breath — The rise and fall So very much Like the rhythm Of the tide — That steady beat That invites You to sink Into nothing, But soon You soar, Set totally free When you sense The sun is bringing dawn From beneath the floor Through the firmness In your back. The journey begins. And … When you allow Your breathing To map the path, It’s all downhill.