My God, what even am I?
branches are
sprouting out of my heart
and ripping
through my rib cage
my bones are shattering
as I shiver from the growth
it's all so sudden,
I feel like someone's squeezed me like a squeaky toy with it eyes
popping out of its sockets
except they're no longer attached and they're hurtling through space
at a trillion light years per second
I know I'm here to break my heart open as wide as I can so let me carve it into the bark so you can taste the sap
I'm a hall of mirrors
with many twisted reflections
I'm the shattered mirror
on your bathroom wall
They call me Narcissus
I look into the river and
fall in love with the
reflection in the
shimmering water
I go to kiss it
and my shadow falls
around it
My vision blurs
and it goes out of focus
Warm lips
Ice cold water
Stretching can be painful, but in Yoga, we are taught it is only a sensation. It is Prana, or life force energy. It is growth. As long as you continue to breathe, without holding onto thought... you can breathe in the Prana and allow it to energize you. If the state of focus is broken, you may find yourself on the floor, your ego shattered. But this is your practice. You are not growing if you are worrying about what others think about you falling. You are also not growing if you are judging others for falling. So breathe. Stretch. Get up, and grow.