the exhale.
Feet on the ground
Head up, heart open
Inhale, my arms rise
Exhale my body folds forward and down
My heads hangs easy
I’m still to feel
In a moment everything heavy falls away
It looks like a physical action
The folding forward, the bow
But inside, it is more
Words collapse
As the exhale ends, there is the silence
In the quiet before the next inhale comes
The divine language with no vowels
The verbs that cannot be conjugated
The eternal syntax of the heart
The bottom of the exhale
Come along with me, press your breath all the way out
In preparation for the rise of the next, new inhale
Find your breath today 💛