Finding Home

  Life, Sense how it lands in your body The pull of gravity on your spine Elongating or contracting Your soles arching then softening on the ground underneath Your shoulders hunching like a protective shield or relaxing back down Arms dangling softly surrendering like leaves Floating in space as it must Hear the sounds falling all around you, then inside you Pleasant singing or an ominous rumbling Listen to each note, flat or sharp singing the song of your heart Taste the nectar of tenderness or biting sourness of pain The pang of hurt without downing liquid to hide its bitter taste Smell the cusp of elation like cinnamon, or peppermint or lavender, or rose, or of the aftermath of disconsolation Like something you would Rather avoid Feel how your pulse quickens Then slows down, Your breath hurried then steady, the pressure in your veins Tightening then calming Life, Let it rise in you Let it all fall Let it settle slowly landing on and in your body Sense everything that enters Into

 

As darkness falls My mind begins to wander As it usually does Especially in these unholy hours Worries about tomorrow Plans for the future A world of relentless uncertainties My body said to my mind, "It's okay. I'm just here waiting for you to settle in." My mind continued on its way This time to the past Where there was no reprieve And all that's left is just to forgive My body this time admonished, "I'm here. It's okay. I hold space for your why's, what if's and how could it be's It's okay to just let it be. " Then slowly, tenderly, my body breathed, gently leading My mind to followed suit Slow down its racing speed, Its story pieces fell one by one Into a peaceful heap Into my body Arriving, settling in calmness In stillness, in quietude Once again like many times before Returning home.

  This Majestic Tree Come, let's sit under this majesty of a tree and listen to the stream underneath with the occasional Kingfisher call resounding a welcome song Tell me your story and I, mine Of how we are treating life The never-ending transitions Our various, triumphant fruition Of sorrow and bliss And know deeply that What matters really is that you and I are here Holding precious space A, necessary grace Punctuated by kingfisher song Your heart and mine Soothed by the sound of flowing stream Held safe and sheltered under this majestic tree.