Haughty stands the pine
Lightning spares the willing shrub
Pride goes before fall.
The rock does not move
Water flows over, around
rock, pebble, sand, dust.
©IK 2019
Haughty stands the pine
Lightning spares the willing shrub
Pride goes before fall.
The rock does not move
Water flows over, around
rock, pebble, sand, dust.
©IK 2019
It is that moment when the primordial earth mother receives me in the most vulnerable state. She accepts me unconditionally, and I trust her implicitly.
I lie out on my mat in sweet perspiration and utmost clarity. I’m ready, so ready to receive her love.
I do not question. It’s the corpse pose, yet every single fiber of my being is most alive, and the mind in unimpeded.
She supports me, and my mind’s eye dispassionately watches heavy anchors float away. I let go of the straps of baggage one by one. She holds me in her womb, in her lap, in her arms again.
I breathe in an out, cleansing a spirit of judgment, resentment, control, and restraint. Shackles unlock and fall away themselves.
In and out my prana goes, and I am part of the living web. Gratitude and acknowledgment flow in and out in this single, yet collective gift. I am here; light, vulnerable, and completely open. I am strong.
I am
©IK 2019

Far and wide spreads the plain
in scorching sun, no drop o’rain
On his back rests her head,
he does too in good stead
Neck to Neck they hug
The world’s heart, they willingly tug.
Synchronized to the stripe
In harmony with no gripe
“Romantic embrace,” pronounce the gawkers
“Eternal love,” concur the stalkers.
“Look, how they got the other’s back,
enmeshed in their white and black!”
What an endearing thing,
it does make the heart sing!
“If only they knew..,” he mumbles
″…this is our only way,” she grumbles.
“To avoid being eaten to the bone,
our togetherness is more a millstone.”
On each back they rest each neck
360 degree view they check.
Lions, cheetahs, and leopards prowl,
forever on alert is that hyena’s howl.
Nobody wants to be that easy prey.
Working together seems the only way.
If only rubberneckers knew,
they’d stop the coo and ooh.
Often it’s not what one thinks,
danger lurks in 40 small winks
The thought of cutting some slack
is invitation to violent attack.
Put simply in sapiens verse,
“You scratch my back, and I will yours,”
©IK 2019