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Child�s Pose

I was in the child�s pose today
And I wondered about how bowing became
A common practice of pesants to royals
But maybe it originated
Through grounding oneself
Into the Earth and this is how
Wealth was earned
not by gold or coin
But by wisdom

And then I stopped myself
From thinking
Because I was thrilled that
Curiosity has found me again
After all these years
It had been a long time since
That little girl asked her papa
As many questions as would fit
In the day
Until there was a day when
Papa wasn�t there to answer
Anymore
And no one else did either

And I know I am healing
Because I am curious
And I�m in the child�s pose
Stretching my weary bones
Feeling the body I�ve spent
So long numb in
Maybe that�s just because of
A medicinal plant�s charm
But one day I could be
In the constructive rest pose
Sober and able advert my attention
Inward without crumbling into
A thousand unanswered questions

Why do Americans love ice so much?
Charles Dickens had the same thought
So maybe I have a touch of brilliance
Or maybe I�m just ordinary
But what already hasn�t been said?
I wonder if I would still be loved behind
Closed doors and an open pour
Of my psyche
Drinking milk from a wine glass
I�m covered in ashes
Kneeling, begging
Inducing for answers
No one seems to know
That only a child could understand