There is a flow
that wants to pour through you
like a drinking glass
filling with liquid.
Don’t block the channel,
your arms crossed,
every muscle tensed
in defense against.
Rest.
Unwind the bind.
Align.
Upturn your palms
in a gesture
of perfect surrender
and receive
like dawn’s early dew
the soft yellow flow
that wants only
for you to know
your own wholeness.
