I used to run away
When I felt the vibrations in my chest
Now I stand still
Standing still
I am asked to look up
Stand tall
Face the facts
I know the strength of my core now and I can trust it
I ask,
What is the purpose of my life?
Over and over I ask.
Asking my cells,
They like the questions
And the answer doesn’t arrive in words
It arrives in shifts,
My knees unlock,
The pose changes,
More space is created.
The vibrations come here when they don’t know where else to go
Getting stuck in my chest on their to asking to be freed
Confused
Disoriented
Dazed.
So much is changing and we were left behind
Give us a road map
Standing still
Something else emerges
To guide the way.
I am continually surprised at the insights I receive from this deceptively simple pose. Love the poem!