Saturday, November 15, 2008

OOC: This is not Emy speaking

It has been years since I wrote anything so when I woke this morning with words in my head, I knew I had to write them down. I wrote 95% of it before I realized what I was describing. What a shock to have a title come so easily. Poetry is meant to be read so I have published it here.

Namaste


i am
standing
feet against the earth
hands outstretched to the sky
come together to a point
press the palms together and draw them down
graze the forehead
before my breasts
i bow

separate the hands and swing them wide
turn palms down to the earth
and raise
i begin to spin

slowly
my feet
burn the earth
faster now
the hole deepens
i begin to sink
spinning
down
into the ground

she accepts
i accept
we become
one

i am
remade
and emerge
waiting
for life
to touch me
again

1 comment:

Creag Emmons said...

Whomever it is that's speaking... it's beautiful.