Made Found Seen

By January 2, 2018 Poem

My meditation

Moves

It only takes
A breath
Or three
The feel of my body
Rooting down
And then
It moves
As if
No
It is
That a beautiful
And loving force
Cups my face
In her hands
And moves my
Head
Neck
Chest
Back
Belly
sacrum
Hips core
Sometimes
Big
Often
Small
Stretching
Flowing
Sailing
Floating
Rhythmic
Balanced
She moves me
My face
Cupped
In the warmth
Of her hands
It feels
Like I’m being
Reset
Rebuilt
Smoothed out
Nourished
Recalibrated
Replenished
Made
Found
Seen
She moves me
My face
Cupped
In the warmth
Of her hands
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