Sunday, January 23, 2022
HomeYogaReady - Elena Brower

Ready – Elena Brower

The ground of my first studio condominium beneath my brow, kneeling,
a spot through which I discover myself repeatedly.
I’m weeping. I’m begging. I’m grateful.
I acknowledge myself. I’m excessive. I’m at residence right here.

20 years later, at present.
Seated upright in my favorite chair, not possible sundown pinks
lighting up my almost-closed eyes.
Ground of my studio flashing beneath my face in my thoughts.
I’m okay right here, lastly;
greater than six years since I modified my state.
Reward of age, present of quiet, present of time. 

Ideas fly by way of.
I’m uncomfortable. I’m respiration. 

Failing as a father or mother. Respiratory.
Such an excellent mom. Respiratory. 

Empowerment is a advantage. Respiratory.
Too fixated on others. Respiratory. 

So glad I’m sitting. Respiratory.
What else am I lacking. Respiratory.

I’m wondering how lengthy I’ve been right here. Respiratory.
Trainer. Scholar. Respiratory.

Letting go. Respiratory.
Failing as a father or mother. Respiratory.
Such an excellent mom. Respiratory.

I’m again.
And for a second, the primary in years,
I want for that prime once more.
Take me. Smash me. Carry me. Launch me.
Take away me. Disappear me.
Deeply uncomfortable on this physique.

That is concern, warping my thoughts, whats up.
I’ve been ready.



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