POSTURE

This experience is here now.

Now.

It’s here, and it’s here now.

Have I feared it?

I have.

I wade now in the thick of it.

It weighs heavy on the thighs.

The torso strains for balance

But leans and continues forward.

The head is bowed, but only for a moment,

Then looks up.

All is bearable it seems, after all,

And more.

For what was false in the posture of the

No-experience

Has become integrity in the motion of the

With experience

And opens a future that would feel everywhere

Without alarm.