Opening the legs, widening reach, pressing
heels; sinking deep the bone beneath,
deeper, deeper the mind releases
the body from all tenser keepers.
Within, the darkness blistering,
papers flying, pencils carving
past the skin for nourishment,
finds the simple hieroglyphs–
Within the veins finds memory,
a pulse connecting centuries
of wisdom weaved in walking trees:
from mud the lotus by centering.
This poem I wrote goes along well with the theme of being centered, which is how I am when I feel good; everything is okay, even if I would be bothered by something in another time and state, I am confirmed in myself. How can you be centered in your life, discovering the joy, growth, pleasure and pain, stability and change, and love within your own body and self instead of seeking for happiness in other people and external circumstances?