10.? nachamu ami, comfort my people

let your hands unspool 
receive into softness 
lay belly up in the sun's warmth

let your lips be long
part the currents of movement
lap in silk hymns of rest

let your bones disperse
tuck round coves of release 
in the wide swallow of space 

let your eyes unhitch
every vigilance, unbuckle
every focus, empty out in the
feathered helix of time 

let your muscles unearth
crumble into gravity 
drip the smoking curl of depth

let your thoughts be borrowed by deep
pockets of patience trading yesterday and
tomorrow for the gathering arms of your breath

let the gape of your worthiness 
take you in