I am the sacred bone

the mysterious stone at the back of your pelvis, that strange, rough thing, inverted cornerstone.

Riveted in the arch of your cup, I do not show myself, but everything starts from me.

 

That’s where you come to rest.

Settle down, it’s time!

Now you have the leisure to go back a little from yourself, to redeploy your forces from a seemingly immobile place.

I am the basis of the movement, the real source of the rhythm, the one that is born from the firm support.

 

I am your ground, the ground you so often forget, your firm root.

I am the body of the big wise butterfly whose iliacs are slow wings.

Steady beat, undulation for the rest of your body.

 

Put down!

I am the Ancient One.

Within me are the root channels. I know our collusion with the oldest stones.

We are billions of years old, isn’t that enough to feel supported?

Draw from me.

The matter stirred up by the millions of generations before you is only waiting for your YES to unfold, to erect your axis, to recombine again and again and manifest the promise of generations to come.

 

I am the Ancient One.

I am reliable.

I am the wise one who watches over your path, who does not know where you are going, what you are going to create, but who knows where you are coming from.

I trust you. I have been manifested here in your body to remind you: you are not alone.

Take support and let yourself be carried by the slow impulses.

 

Winter is the right time to find yourself in this breath, to forget what you know about yourself and let yourself be carried along by what comes from behind, from below.

We are the rocks.

We are the dancing planet.

You are a mountain.

Remember that.

 

Nicolas BERNARD

 

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