The Practice

To feel one’s feet.
The space between one’s meat.
To find one’s balance.
The symmetry that is substance.

To extend one’s back.
The spine inside intact.
To open one’s lungs.
The air inside unsung.

To have one’s joints torn apart.
The re-alignment gained, a new start.
To know one’s body again.
The spaces between friends.

To stand up straight.
The earth below one’s weight.
To know oneself.
The storm inside, stealth.

To continue the practice.
To heal inside the universal lattice.
To continue to love.
To share what is inside and above.

Through this eternal practice.

In honor of Marios Argiros. Namaste.