Wavy lines, beeps and buzzers, shrouds of blue light, wires
threaded through cuffs and stickers , beep beep beep. I find myself making hand
movements to prompt words to come into being. Nothing comes. The week has been
physical, spiritual, emotional, mechanical, and no words mean anything. The
beeps and lines and flickering numbers signify milestones and small physical
gestures are read like runes. Threads pull hearts and minds together with a
humming tension.
The heart produces
the strongest electro magnetic signal in the human body and can be sensed by
other hearts. Heart cells in a petri
dish begin beating together in harmony when a critical mass is reached.
Hands and hand gestures become a new language a conduit for the heart signals.
If presence is all
that is needed to provide the critical mass, I’m yours. The story is ours to
weave together later.
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| The heart says what the tongue cannot |
