So, there I was in the yellow room,
with all my fellow actors and actresses
and we are getting changed.
Men, women all in the same room
switching out of clothes and into new ones
No filter no reservations
just the gig.
I reminded me again how distorted
our concept of the human body is,
outside the safety of that changing room.
Where there is openness and upholding
of mutual respect and freedom,
when everyone is on the same page,
then we can coexist freely together.
When we hold back,
become a spectator,
shame our bodies and those of others,
then odd things start to happen.
The heart sours,
becomes cold and twisted.
Rather than opening like a tea blossom
steeped a nice hot cup of water,
it shrivels like an apple
deprived of moisture.
I ponder on these things I venture onstage,
and wish for a day when we are able to offer ourselves
without reservation, emotionally physically mentally and spiritually
to one another again.