Corpse

sometimes  
i drank  
the abyss  
 
incense burning  
distant echoes  
spirit hazy  
 
i watch you transform  
into a tree  
rooted in patience  
 
you are a mountain  
your regal shoulders  
the highest peaks  
 
i am as unworthy to climb  
the tree as i am the mountain  
i can only gaze up at the summit  
 
the mountain has no need for the valley  
but the valley needs the rain  
from the snow tops to sustain her  
 
you are a warrior  
a poised bow  
graceful and able  
a sphinx  
laden with riddles  
a boat  
whose sail is always open  

you move through sunset salutations  
as seamlessly as the seasons  
 
you are stillness.  
 
but i am not a locust  
or a cobra  
or a fish  
 
i am not a cow  
or cat  
or pigeon  
 
i am a corpse  
flat on my back  
staring into space  
tracing your chakras  
 
when i look at you  
i understand  
Namaste