I’m at the waves this morning.
They’re crashing me down.
I’m just a wall on which they crash against. So solid am I.
Every fiber of my being wants to loosen up, but my mind makes me fight a battle of not my doing.
I’m gazing at the deep ocean behind me and I long to be there—where the waves have no ground to stand on.
My body forces a breath out of me.
I exhale. I stretch my low back. I twist in both directions.
The next breath is easier to take.
Life wants me to perform. To go out there and show myself.
But I want in. I don’t trust without, I trust within.
I want to know where the breath is coming from.
Cuz it’s sure ain’t from this body. The body comes from the breath.
Where do you come from breath?
I sit and wait.
