meditation poem

soul on soul

For a little while there in 2020, I would try to take 5-15 minutes every day to just sit with myself and be present to my breath and my body. This poem was written after one of those experiences.

I must have read You Are Here by Thich Nhat Hanh around that time, and I highly recommend it if you want to practice more mindfulness, but struggle with it when you try.

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She’s quiet
feet pressed flat
soul on soul

shoulders back
lids low
breath slow

paragliding above
her skin
the atmosphere
of mind eerie

silent

she floats from
scalp
to brow
to ...
the urge to push up glasses
she’s not wearing

come back.

she glides
to ears and
jaw joints tight

see it.

slackening, stretching

following a gust
down high neck
to sore shoulders

back

lonely waist

half-moon wing
catches here

she feels palms
and fingers holding
so

let go.

she slips safe
to hips
opening
in butterfly pose

to knees
and ankles
that crack

pushing together

feet
that have forgotten
to be two

now one

pulsing conduit
of light

- by katie anne jamieson

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I’d love to hear from you. I want to know what you think. Did you like this poem? Did any part of it resonate with you? Let me know.