Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Consider the Pearl, A Meditation
Swaying between the pulling tides of hope and fear,
Our weight on the earth,
sitting bones softening deep into the support beneath
the spine, spacious and rising into the endless sky.
Allowing the jaw to loosen, even
the muscles in the shins go slack.
We balance the weight of the head
over the beating heart.
Consider yourself a pearl lost in the grass.
You sitting here.
Your skin a container for your inhale,
your shape ever changing.
Consider the pearl lost in the grass.
Like the dew drop resting on a leaf,
its membrane like a skin,
its clarity and translucence, ever reflecting.
We balance between hope and fear,
between the earth
and the endless sky.
Between the pearl's luminous solidity
and iridescent illusion of the dew.