Close your eyes. Let the string go.
Don't worry about your feet.
Don't worry if you know.
Just flow.

Do not dream. Do not respond.
Allow yourself to flutter
like the bamboo frond
wind-wand.

Energy will fill you up.
Invigorate your self.
Drink from the cup;
soul sup.

I will surely see you there
in your lotus boat
languid by the stair
elsewhere.
Soul Sup
NEXT
BACK
Outside it is as it was.
So many turns to take,
but the road runs straight.
Inside, no different,
reflecting time spent.
Fear hangs firmly,
pushed under vainly,
recalled seldom.
Never summoned,
an atmosphere
refusing banishment.
Offspring spring forth,
embrace gleeful hope;
wings wilt instantly
in thickly-heated gasps
stunned, descending
into welcoming
arrogant arms.
Borne