Birthed into breath Thrust into light and sound Held here for only a moment In what feels like an existence Some days feel like entire lives spent living Like days spent being all that and Doing the thing where I’m being all that I aim to be and All that I would propel my eager heart into Some days feel like a life spent dying You know those days when the sun doesn’t shine? When the clouds illuminate in just that way That conspires to keep your eyes at half squint Days when my tired forehead aches and my cheeks never settle Wearing an Argus mask over imagined fears Eyes dilated, able to see all Yet vulnerable to a single stone Bundle of nerves, tension at my jaw Tongue alert and at the ready Lips tense with anticipation preform words Which play out in mental battles, poised for attack Those are the days when a practice of being shows true utility When the skills of just breath and just body and Just this thought and, this one too Can save a life and a lifetime Given a choice of study (and I am) I prefer exposure in the lightness of being Unburdened of the role which however well rehearsed Makes a last exit and cedes the stage
this is perhaps my favorite yet. ♥️