03 Feb 2012, Posted by the sensually fluid yogini, Mitzi Connell in Blog, Poetry, 0 Comments Tagged Faith, Healing, Poetry, Stillness, Trust
Drop everything
Drop the narrow focus that creates a magnet
between my jawbones
Drop trying to concentrate myself
into one man’s eye
Drop pushing away what is nourishing and true
in case it won’t be later
Drop this determined will of rope in my neck
Drop steering destiny as if it were a boat
and I knew how to be its captain
Jump into the now of the water
and let the wetness contact my skin in every place
Let it roll me into loneliness or ecstasy
or the possible grief of my body being barren
Be still.
Be still.
Be still and leave my fingers open.
What needs to go goes.
What is next washes in.
What remains only is the constant rush of water washing,
in out,
in out.
by Alynn Epstein
©2006 Jenalynn Epstein
