In this time of weightlessness
when I can’t tell what is real and what is illusion
when the chair across from me seems to
droop and sag
morphing into basset hound eyes
and squirming with discomfort
That I learn to relax
letting go of my grasp on life
It is now that I release my fixation with
fitting round pegs
into square holes
attempting to “make it work”
It is this time that I acknowledge my humanness–
not as an excuse for being
rather as a vessel for transformation
It is in this time of groundlessness
when I half expect my yoga mat
to turn into a flying carpet
that I seek comfort in the unfamiliar
because it is here where I learn to
bask in Grace
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