rise.

Feet on the sticky mat
Inhale, my arms rise
Exhale my body folds forward and down
Head beneath the heart
Still to feel it all
It looks like a physical action
But inside, it is more
Words collapse in trying to describe the more
As the exhale ends, there is the divine
In the quiet before the next inhale comes
The divine language with no vowels
The heavenly verbs that cannot be conjugated
The eternal syntax of the heart
This is known at 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 💛