Session.
A space charged with our stillness
The room filled with my doubt
Words move in my breathing
Sometimes they remain quiet in my mouth.
Words from the past and the future
And their place in my now
Each week a veil’s lifted
My life patterns unveil.
Those with loved ones and liked ones
And past ones and new
Ways of perceiving
My thoughts as creating
The story I’ve written
Though I don’t always see
And instead blame my co-writers
For where I find me.
I can leave sessions elated
Lighter and so understood
Other times I’m exhausted
With the words is there anything else?
I walk slowly and listen
To what I need most
What I need to feel cared for
What will nourish my soul.
And here yoga is something
I find is my key
For it guides me so sweetly
From words to movement with love.
In my child where there’s quietness
A tired minds held by the heart
Where my spine opens deeply
So do my thoughts.
Oh thoughts they sink and they settle
And they slide and they squirm
I breathe clearly towards them
I choose letting go I give up
Trying to change age-old patterns
With just words and no body
I embody my discovery
Every word held in my being,
I offer it up.