Author: Mikayla Lambert

a human being: moving, understanding, feeling, communicating, expanding, nourishing, floating.

dialogue with effort

who am i without effort?
where do i hold on to,
when every step = 0?
who do i become?
when this is only a collection of nows?
where do i attach, 
when there is no horizontal plane?
who am i,
 when i accept this vertical body?
simply transmitting, heaven on earth.
past and future, only existing now. 
effortless existence.
as if nothing happened, as if nothing will happen.
alertness + effort, not to be confused.
within alertness hides a door,
to effortless space.
where life flows,
through spine.
like sunlight,
informing tree.
who stands upright.
weaving with the cosmic honey,
spreading out into all it is meant to be.
i am,
without effort.

i see layers

a black bird
lands softly
on the branch
of the tree
the limbs of the heart of the earth
welcoming
visitors of the shadows

bumble bee buzzes blindly
towards the sweet scent
of skin and plants mingling
becoming one coat of bliss
drawing in
visitors of the flowers

water vibrates silently
repeating its rhythms
of desire to return home
to the oceans
to the songs of the whales
revealing
the steady flow of love

ground reaches down
kissing the waters with sweet stillness
holding rocks
holding the roots of giants
holding the bones of recent visitors
allowing
multiple truths to be
Brian Kirhagis

imagine : the choice : to belong

imagine,
if it were effortless 
to move
every cell of the body in the place it knows how to be
all working together without effort,
with pleasure
the body as a whole
each part in unique relationship with gravity
all dancing singularly
in the divine complete puzzle whole.
movement isn't effort or doing
it is,
intention traveling in directions
and a perceiving of how this intention
travels and shapes
all parts of the whole
doing and being, together in harmony.
the choice,
to open into infinite possibilities
finding silent home in chaos
who am i without effort?
identity in effort,
a false sense of safety, a false sense of control.
trying to know,
to hide from the experience of knowing what it could mean
to be in this body
a collection of the universe
experiencing human form
in relation to all forces around
a dance between
infinity 
unfolding
catalyzing
balanced between poles
held, but free
belonging.