Gratitude

sufey

In Personal, Read Posted May 29, 2012

Prana serenades me with her lush, expansive voice, and inhales me deeply in. She owns my body, caressing it with elements of her energy: the wind, the water, the sun. Mortal imperfections disintegrate into raw Earth below, and as I become nothing, I become the universe.

I shake, shake, shake, wild, glorious, free. I am frothing ocean foam, tumbling and tumbling into sea rock. I am a ragged palm frond stroking soft despite cracked angel wings, the worn fingers of a great-great-grandfather. I am pantyhose escaping a clothesline, gleefully giggling away on a windy day.

The sun falls into shavasana with me. His dying rays infuse my soul with a bubbling, ecstatic gratitude. I am a prayer in motion, in dance, in play, giving thanks for the joyous state we are meant to live in: this bliss, this ananda.