C. Elizabeth Knapp

Whole

Just as I tell myself I’ve arrived. . .

As I’ve breathed with mindful sensitivity into the placement of

My feet, legs, hips, torso, neck, head, & arms

Just as I become my pose, tasting perfection. . .

The tiniest, insistent urge to move visits.

Exploring, deeply in the center of continuous breath;

Inquiring, I inhale & lengthen, exhale & soften.

I spread the toes of one foot farther apart,

Plant the heel of the other more solidly on the earth.

Rooting through soles of feet,

Radiating from center, I engage & draw focus

Discovering one place. . .one small place

Where I can let go—

In that instant an invitation arises, I accept, &

Subtly shifting my hips. . .

I am transformed!

Space, buoyancy, & ease bloom

From this cultivated ground.

Eyes closed, air caressing skin,

Senses heighten.

Conscious of the Grace that flows

Here, in this moment

I am Whole.