There is an earthy starting point...

Where, closed up, tight and firm,
Waits energy, quietly.

A way may open gently,
Awareness, sensations flowing out.
Or quickly darting, heatedly,
Like a flame or laser sharp.

Or, expanding lightly
It touches upon limits,
Gets caught up but stays defined.

Decisiveness may cut in
Forcing the edges out,
Opening new raw ground.
Sometimes this effort is needed.

At other times the path
Moulding close up to the boundaries,
Accepts them,
Melting into understanding.

Or else these limits
Are worked with,
Until they disappear – or change.