Fold into yourself like fresh-washed linen.

Place your weight on the ground.

Be a stone.


Listen to breath ebb,

Flow, ebb, flow.

Let ocean of air launder your spirit.

Nothing, nowhere to be.

Clouds above,

Moss below.

All of you center.

All of you whole.

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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