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One Inward

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on January 24, 2026| 2 Comments »


 
 
only when buffeted
by the windstorm do I truly notice
how still I can be

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Learning to Lie Still

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on June 15, 2023| 4 Comments »




It isn’t easy.
Good, then, to have a cat
come lie in the curve of my arm
with her full weight on my weight,
her warmth against my side.
If she purrs, so much the better.
How could I rise and disrupt
her low gravelly song?
So I lie still. Awake, but not scrolling.
Not speaking. Not running to fix.
It comes to this—my great hope
for learning to lie still
is to become a cushion for cat.
It’s a noble hope—to lie still
as a cat in the curve of an arm,
still as a pool of daylight on the sill,
still as the sun itself, holding the center
as the whole world moves around it.

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One Eventual

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on May 21, 2023| 8 Comments »

after fifty years of spinning
I learn standing still
is another way to dance

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Yin

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 21, 2023| 13 Comments »

            after an hour of yoga with Erika Moss
 
 
Curled on the earth
like a small animal,
I bury my nose in the grass
and breathe in the surprising sweetness
of spring green and purple bloom
and soil still damp from last night’s rain,
and though my eyes are closed
the desert sun enters anyway,
infusing my inner world
with radiance, with red.
There are so many ways
I work to hold myself up,
but in this soft moment,
I notice how nothing
is asked of me and how,
when I am still,
the world I might ignore
invites itself in.
 
There is such a thing,
says my friend,
as the back of the heart.
It is, she says, like the dark side
of the moon.
I honor that dark side,
that quiet, shadowy terrain
that is no less necessary,
no less true for being dim.
There will be a time to unfurl,
to open, to shine, to rise,
but in this charmed interval,
I sink deeper, deeper
into what is cool,
what is quiet,
what is beyond my knowing.
The interval builds a nest around me.
I do nothing and feel
how I am held.

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