mirror work

Today I tried balancing on my forearms but kept falling forward because my head was too full of thoughts and run-on sentences and “what abouts”?

There’s a pain and shame of not feeling seen or understood,

which i knew so intimately as a child,

which i still feel sometimes-

I placed my mirror in front of the oversized screen in the living room as an attempt to remind myself that I have a body

And that I don’t have to distract myself in order to be worthy of a life

Sometimes nothing makes sense but a point of focus and a steady paced breath

eventually

bringing silence,

eventually,

programming clarity and insight

eventually,

a clearing revealing color and sound and

life so free and alive