Standing still at solstice
She stood still at the top of the in-breath.
Full, so full from the cerulean depths of the sky.
Glimmers of sparking light, teasingly bounce across the water,
unaware of the slow, quiet power beneath.
Feeling her feet sending roots of her being
into the heart of the earth with each step.
Knowing within and without who she is
but not knowing how or what or where or why.
Each breathe another movement in the cycle,
understanding that each step does not
bring her any closer to the destination.
It doesnât shorten the distance between here and there.
Each step a choice, a change,
a chance to feel flow in the stillness.