I gather
Body
And mind
To my
Mat
Arranging
Them
Just so.
And my mind
Scampers away
And my body
Begins to cry
And I
Stop
And laugh
Out
Loud
Before gathering
Them back
And trying
The next
(Right?)
Thing.

Remember a time you weren’t here
and your day rolled free

honey warm joy
holding your soul
in a cwtch

catching their eyes
and shine of smiles,
lining your insides
for days and times like these

we build these pots
and stocks to tide us by
with the benefit
of no selfish deficit

allow yourself a sip
to reminisce
and ease the days
until we can replenish
togetherness

I flow
And watch
My mind
Scamper
About,
Except when
I don’t,
When I wobble
And torque
With each
Glimpse
Of a time
That’s not now.
And then,
I ask,
What twin
Of mine
Suffers,
So?
Setting aside
My mind,
My body,
So my heart
Can open
(And my face
Can smile)
And remember
“We.”

I breathe,
Letting recognition
Settle in
And through
The experience
Of filling
My body
With air
Over
And over
And over.
Then I notice
Breathing
And recognizing
Breathing
And noticing
Recognition,
And the air
On my face
Is cool,
And my partner’s
Sleep sounds
Are steady,
And the mint
In my mouth
Is almost cold
As I breathe
And notice
And breathe.

I hover
Above
My body,
Barely
Noticing
Its aching
And resenting
It anyway.
And then
I ask
For breaths
For stretches
For bends
And twists
And my body
Forgives me
My choices
And offers
Me
Three more
Before I
Realize
My prying
Falls short
And let go.

My mind
Wanders
From bit
To bit
And but
To but,
Each feeling
Too big
To leave
Room
For the others.
And then
I notice
Space
Between beats
Between breaths
Between tendon
And bone
For me
To be still
While my mind
Just isn’t.

Stuck
And struggling
She found her way
On her mat
To witnessing
The loveliest
Things in her
Life
Bubbling up,
Bit by bit,
Bound by directives
For how she must love them.
And for a moment,
She breathed,
And loved past
The musts,
And there was space
For them
And her lovelies
And her.

"I'm not a robot,"
you tell a web page,
neither thinking
nor blinking,
mildly befriending the rage.

Monkey's in the wild,
the coffee's spilled.

What was it again?

Who would seek Peace, Harmony, Zen,
Should spend some time in a garden.