Now that I am
it hurts not to feel
Resisting is a bitch. Feeling the push-pull is everything.
Now that I am, I feel it’s been weeks since I’ve rested, here, feeling this body. Pain, overwhelming. The crick in my neck. Don’t want to deal with it. Avoidance makes me a wreck, has me living in the abstract. Tsk tsk, dear girl, you know better than that. Feel the tension pulling you in. Feel everything. You know this body, marvelous, writhes itself back to the bliss of being here, this moment, uncoiling rivers of sinewy wisdom through rolling waves of endless breath.