I wandered
Around corners
Today
Through familiar
Tunnels
And over
Peaks well-traveled
In my skin
From my mat.
And everywhere
I noticed,
I found you
Calling me
To tread
The paths
I’ve yet
To be.

You flit
Across my
Mind’s
Eye
And
My mind,
It scampers
After you,
Finding
Plans to make
And
Problems to solve,
Before
I
Breathe
And open
My heart
To welcome
Us both
To rest.

What is
Known
Slips
Through
Fingertips,
From ears,
From eyes,
From mouth
And nose,
And my
Mind
Reminds
And reminds
Again
Of her
Constructive
Tendencies.

This morning
I wandered
Through
Postures
Familiar
And true,
Seeing
Doing,
And knowing,
And being,
And the edges
Between them,
Until
I
Fell away
And there was only
The practice.

Between
Reaches
And twists,
I lay
My body
For a moment
Of rest
And my
Mind
Slips
Quietly
Away
To spaces
Where senses
Blend,
Where words
Tumble,
Where my body
Is left behind.
And I startle
When I wake
And wonder
What else
I don’t
Know
I need.

My feet
Planted,
Belly
Twisted,
My fingers
Reach
Past
What I can
Know
To what
I can
Create,
If first,
I make space.
And my fingers
And mind
Wonder
What that
Will be.

My feet
Planted,
Hips lined up
Just so,
Arms reaching,
I settle
Into stillness
And notice
The twist
Begin
In my breath
Before
My body
Joins.
I follow,
And belong.