Already my center has shifted.
I am no longer sitting beneath the willow when I am in reverie
I am the willow
I am powerful and luminescent
I am golden warm lithe.
I grow towards the heavens
I become infinite as I move upwards and so solid as I grow deeper.
I am so light your pulse, her exhale, his inhale, ripples through me
Yet I stand firm and still and tall, able to support you and your waves of being.
I accumulate and expand as I breathe in and I become the nothing that is everything as I let the breath go.
I am wiser and more naive
I am opened raw as I grow fresh boundaries
I am motivated to the action that is a vibrating stillness.