Practicing Presence
No gender no money no shape or form to become No need to know to memorize Only leaning into uncertainty into weightlessness Some music playing with steady beat with no lyrics Mostly just dancing slow swaying (please hold me closer) the breeze is our partner Day or night sleep is welcome rest is sacred There is understanding and water to quench and patience in the desert – the pathway between worlds Woozy we return to our breath, to the only thing Here is space between spaces nothing to measure Slowly exhale now inhale now exhale then inhale…
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