Beloved,
Settle now.
Let breath knock softly on doors of your ribs.
Allow belly to loosen.
Like fist finally allowed space to open.
You are entering this place where the dark is not absence but origin.
Where the body hums the language it learned long before words,
Before the world,
Before the wounds.
Allowing hands to rest on lower belly not to hold but to listen.
There is an ancient hum here,
A pulse that remembers.
When your mind has forgotten,
When your mind is caught in striving,
This pulse,
There is a remembering to the sequence of its beating.
Breathing,
Breathing into this warmth.
Breathing into this natural rhythm,
This ancient knowing.
Allowing inhale to widen the quiet and exhale unthread the tension.
There is no need for holding.
So unwind now.
Unwind in the times when you were asked for strength,
When you needed tenderness.
There is an invitation here to be held.
There is a light here,
The smallest ember resting at the bottom of your being.
It glows the way truth glows,
The way knowing glows.
See the brightening.
Embrace the glistening as these embers arise.
With every breath brightening.
Soft as lantern but assuring.
Allowing the light to reach the places and the spaces in you.
Collapsed under silence.
Light touching corners.
You pretend not to feel the voidness.
Here in this place all is welcome.
The heavy burdens.
All things allowed to become soil.
For here nothing dies.
Everything only changes shape.
So releasing.
Surrendering.
Allowing.
Listening.
This is you returning to you.
This is the body remembering its way home.
This,
This is the first rhythm finding you again.
