There is no one watching. Go ahead.
Unbutton your top button, let your body
take its own shape. Breathe a noisy
waterfall into the still air. Take a finger,
use it to pick your nose; breathe a little
easier. Breathe. Follow that thought
trickling backwards up into the forest
of your hair, burrowing through to
forgotten landscapes in your head.
There is no right way but every way.
There is no right action but action.
Move. Chase. Play. Breathe. Feel
a thrill when it is happening, when
you stop watching yourself and notice
it is here, it is happening, feel the motion
of your brainwaves, the cascades tumbling
from your soulwindow, light splattering
like paint before you, swimming colors,
be consumed. Forget to breathe,
remember. Yes. There it is. There,
it is. When you are slowing down,
don’t worry if you’ve said enough.
It is all there. You are perfect. Stop
when it has been enough.