Light footed,
Gravity held,
I walk,
Too often forgetting
This is a gift
I have chosen.
Chosen the experience of here,
And yet I overlook.
I have forgotten this.
The sight and sound of life,
The touch and taste of life,
Looking,
Not at this moment,
But back.
Reaching to right that which remains undone.
Uncomfortable,
Confused.
That which tries to mitigate,
Is suffering,
And yet it creates more,
In a way that unrest is called,
For without
There is no ease.
Calling,
On this moment,
Feet here,
Body here,
Breathe,
Just breathe.
The pull,
Backward to resolve the pain,
Forward to alleviate the fear,
Control needed,
Safety,
Security.
Yet this moment,
Present,
Invites me,
Light footed,
Gravity held,
I walk.
Remembering,
This is a gift
I have chosen
For the experience of here.
And I notice,
I am remembering.
The sight and sound of life,
The touch and taste of life.
Experiencing
At this moment,
Here,
Nothing undone.
Coherence,
Presence.
Feet here,
Body here,
Breath,
Just breathe.
Julia Stolk (c)