Child’s Pose: a Poem.
Ink and watercolor by Anne Falkowski.
Sometimes
I have to stop myself.
Get down
On hands and knees
And bow to the simple ground.
Scoop up dirt in my fingers
Spread the earth’s moisture
On my body.
Forehead pressed
Into darkness
And breathe
Yes
And breathe
Juicy alive breath
Connected
Deep
To all beings
That have ever
Bowed to this ground.
~
Editor: Kate Bartolotta
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Lovely! Did not know you had visual artistic talent as well. So many gifts, so little time! ( or rather, just the right amount of time….)
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