On Meditation

woman sits in front of an altar meditating.

Let me drop into my body and feel. Let me drop in and heal.

The places that are dry and thirsty. The places that are shadowy and dark. Here, I offer light. There, I offer a drink and a salve.

Let the energy flow like a river so that I can touch the places she is dammed up.

What do you need body? How can I love you today?

What do you need mind? How can you rest today?

What do you need spirit? How can I feed and nourish you?

My heart whispers.

I feel her in my chest. My ears. The tips of my fingers are alive with her.

I touch my breath with my mind. Hello, dear one.

She flows through the tight spots. She fills me. Back of lungs. Bottom of belly. Kidneys. Filled.

Familiar rhythms.

Pranayama that calms and centers.

This feeds me. This allows me to See.

I am a wanderer and a curious explorer of my inner landscape.

At first, I seek. Hungry. Desperate for answers or messages. The more I seek, the more what I seek evades me. I grasp. Empty hands. No answers. My inner gaze is darting here and there. Under this shadow and around that corner.

I think I see something. I reach. It is gone. Like trying to grab a cloud. Mist. Empty hands.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

My heart whispers.

My mind softens around the edges. It is a fist that begins to unclench. Muscles become honey. Inner-gaze softens into the center of my brow. I release expectations. I invite stillness. Surrender. Maybe I will fall asleep.

In this space, there is no seeking. In this space, there is only presence.

I.

am.

here.

now.

I am here now.

This is all there is.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am.

This is the answer to all of my questions.

I am nourished.

I am present.

I am whole and holy.

Sacred.

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