Come,
Breathe life into yourself,
The body you have brought with you to this place.
Are you tired of holding on?
Of striving for peace so hard?
Fear of staying grips like mud and sticks between head and limbs,
Heavy.
The burden of your striving,
Your yearning,
Hinders your internal learning.
Your joints clogged,
Your head fogged,
But look,
Your central part,
Your beating,
Beautiful heart,
Keeping perfectly irregular time in rain or sunshine.
And look,
The blood flows like the sap of a tree to fingers and toes.
And if you are still stuck,
Anxious to make progress,
See how light it is,
Your inner kindness.
From your eyes and lips,
From your very pores,
You radiate it.
And in doing so,
You can shed your fear of staying still and instead expand into this moment.