Namaste
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Once again
My heart has beaten into a fresh puddle of dawn
The sun has licked my eyes awake
Chance sits on the other side of my front door.
Outside, the grass waits for my toes
“Namaste, I say”
Tension in my shoulder,
Strain upon my spine.
Worries trapped in my brain,
No time for cloud nine.
So my skin gets colder…
Simple fickle peaceful minded
With fire and angst motivation for days
That's what it takes most days
Days without her loving touch.
So the ground's been leveled in the orientation arena
I wake up to the sun rays filtering through my bamboo screens.
I pause,
drenched in the warm honey glow of an almost summer morning.
I crawl, scramble in a generally awkward fashion,
three hearts beating out loud
it speaks it listens
in the silent crowd
hands interlock and we all meet
in a circle where we quietly greet
each other's rhythms beating as one
