My head is filled with
My head is filled with thoughts that fight for space
inside my skull- a throng I can’t escape.
I’m losing ground and balance, panic gapes-
a flash of hands, holding a downward mace.
My feet have given way, I’m on my knees-
submission’s just a breath away when the light
discriminates, dissolves my crippling fright.
In dawning consciousness unfolds life's breeze.
Cross-legged, with heels aligned, I meditate;
each breath a birth that travels up to bloom,
expanding chest and lungs, to pause fulfilled
in joyful unison, we thus create.
Released, the air flows back into my womb,
reviving soul and body- prãna-thrilled.