relax into your breath as you
lay on your mat, lids draped softly over your eyes
breath through your nose, releasing the crease
in your forehead — (such a weird feeling)
to let go, so your
ajna?
can blink.
ya,
srsly.

heavy arms akimbo over you, fill your ribcage
like a balloon, full of life and a nonchalant defiance
of the bodies that crushed you in mount, then
exhale
and
release
the purple dragon
resides there
in your breath.

watch it float up and away into a starry night sky,
that one time when you sat alone,
waiting
headlamp dark, scent of pine
crushed
beneath your muddy vibrams
at 3AM,
silent,
ready,
alone.

anywayz.

feel your flab fall about your waist
no judgment, just present with
this familiar band was here
before you learned shame in softness
no one’s watching
you
give prana
permission

breathe.

find the slack in your legs, twitching
uncontrollable, but let them do
as they do, because like you
they respond always to fight or flight
and they always fight, or flight.
maybe one day
they too
will trust
in rest.

in
hale.
exhale.

in.

out.

[Portrait of my personal practice, wherein one attempts mindfulness, but, like.. not well.]