Supported

It is that moment when the primordial earth mother receives me in the most vulnerable state. She accepts me unconditionally, and I trust her implicitly.

I lie out on my mat in sweet perspiration and utmost clarity. I’m ready, so ready to receive her love. I do not question. It’s the corpse pose, yet every single fiber of my being is most alive, and the mind in unimpeded.

She supports me, and my mind’s eye dispassionately watches heavy anchors float away. I let go of the straps of baggage one by one. She holds me in her womb, in her lap, in her arms again.

I breathe in an out, cleansing a spirit of judgment, resentment, control, and restraint. Shackles unlock and fall away themselves.

In and out my prana goes, and I am part of the living web. Gratitude and acknowledgment flow in and out in this single, yet collective gift. I am here; light, vulnerable, and completely open. I am strong.

I am