I have been working on this poem in spurts. The words weren’t arriving clearly. Tonight they arrived.

Leaning back into ancestral wisdom, arriving in subtle meeting
Teachings unraveling, reminded, breath lifting surya we rise
Drishti heart bound, trusting
Leaning back into you dear spine, holding space for opening
Remembering the dismemberment of former self
Drishti third-eye gaze to finger tips, welcoming
Leaning back into serpent of life, resting in the unknown dance.

“The world is the ever changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence” Tagore

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