Amanda McGovern

Tea cup twirling in right hand near my ear

the musical steam tickles my brain

heavy head sways

Feet are up, knees and hips relaxed

contemplating the day with softness as the steam rolls over my left shoulder turning my head to see the purple butterfly hanging

Death becomes Art as I hang myself red-dress-doll on the stage tonight

My attention is out, and now its time to go in

funny thing is, the more i go in the more im coming out

how does that make sense?

living alone and time spent alone is starting to become a connection to the outer world

a world way beyond me, way beyond us

yes space is beautiful

thinking of u thinking of me 

is the happiest i can be

i already have what i want and i dont want anything

just listen amanda, just listen to yourself bubbling up inside yourself

dont worry about what anyone else thinks

is that how you dance like no one is watching?

its not in words, no it just is

when you got it, you got it and you go and get it

just please please take the time to learn to sit with yourself

its the only way

peace

and, 

i sit in a nice triangle pose waiting to be rung from the three interior sides

i gaze down into the abyss below, as if on the edge of a very solid cliff

its a mystery, the only thing i can hold on to

tonight i sit with myself

i shed the dancer, my identity for many years

now i am just a human being with losses and gains to come

I cry and then a small smile of adventure hits the right corner of my mouth