Practicing Presence

No gender
                  no money
                  no shape or form
                                    to become
No need
                  to know
                  to memorize
Only leaning
                  into uncertainty
                  into weightlessness
Some music playing
                  with steady beat
                  with no lyrics
Mostly just dancing
                  slow swaying
                  (please hold me closer)
                  the breeze is our partner
Day or night
                  sleep is welcome
                  rest is sacred
There is understanding
                  and water to quench
                  and patience in the desert
                  – the pathway between worlds
Woozy we return
                  to our breath,
                  to the only thing
Here is
                  space between spaces
                  nothing to measure
Slowly exhale
                  now inhale
                                    now exhale
                                                      then inhale…

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This poem was written on October 18, 2025.