Saturday, May 11, 2019


Connected to the roots of my being
I am strong

Now I can dance in the wind
giving in to its playful caresses
And when the rains pour
I can let myself be drenched

Now I can be the leaf that falls
and the branch that withers
And when spring rolls around
I can let myself be reborn

Knowing, being, what I am
I am stable
Now this body can be supple
and sweet

Stillness and movement as one

Birthing and dying as one

Knowing myself as the unknown

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