poems ©2021 Malcolm McLean
illustrations ©2021 Joyce Borenstein
As the in-breath lifts the heart upwards
Aspirations, hopes and wishes
Stream upwards with it,
Filtered through the noblest part of being,
To a heaven that calls in many voices.
As the outbreath releases the hips, grounding,
The earth is not forgotten.
Gravity speaks with one voice,
And balance is negotiated,
Breath by breath,
Moment by moment.
To stay in this place
To burn there until something changes,
But then a friend may
Call it time
For a new posture.
Return to that place of grounding,
Rooting into the present moment
Burning in the hips,
‘Til something changes.
It’s good for you.