Today I sat down to digest.
High and low.
Gomukhasana.
Rumination.
Change in seasons.
Freshness of scars
recently healing.
Burning light waiting
rising and setting.
Always ready.
Catch me sleeping.

Timing is crucial,
reflexes sharp.
Motivated by delusion
Plan B assurance.
Plan A: yoga
Don’t limit scope.
At least, until,
Given a good reason.

The scariest part
of this whole thing
is that it seems
to be working
for me.