my long, lost friend. i love you.
i love the dripping off the elbows
in a stream of sweet release.
i love how i wipe you off and push you away
and you forgive me, staying with me anyway
as if your source were infinite.
i love that you aren’t afraid to go deep -
root out all of my shit and expel it
with the joy of a job well done.
i love how friendly you are with gravity.
earthy and clingy.
forming beautiful lakes, streams and pools
on my Manduka.
i love how you dissipate, evaporate and condensate.
making the air thick for the sound of aum,
clinging and sticking long after the flow has stopped.
like a reminder of all that is good.
drip on my friend. drip on.
