There is a flow
That wants to pour through you
Like a drinking glass
Filling with liquid.
Don’t block the channel
Your arms crossed
Every muscle tensed
In defense against.
Rest.
Unwind the bind.
Align.
Upturn your palms
In a gesture
of perfect surrender
And receive
Like dawn’s early dew
The soft yellow flow
That wants only
For you to know
Your own wholeness.
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