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"Feel it, 

the sensation of breathing, 

with a new friend. 

Not

the addition, 

but the release of a union

of muscle and sinew, 

effort

cast to the side. 

The breath

enjoyed

with the support 

of the floor. 

The ground, 

the dirt below, 

thinking now

of feeling the green grass

in between your toes, 

the Earth, 

our Earth. 

Nay, she is not ours, 

we are instead Hers. 

Your breath... 

given strength by Mother Earth. 

Do you feel it? 

The ebb of the Earth, 

the beat, 

the ancient, encompassing embrace. 

Do you feel the flow

of the Ocean,

the breath of Mother Earth

made manifest?

Do you feel the presece

of the energy,

in this room, 

right now?

The energy that is still, 

the energy that links us, 

neighbor to neighbor, 

the energy of the mightiest wave

crashing onto the shore,

the wrath of the surf

felt as fury by the surfer

that Hell hath no. 

The energy of the exhausted canine

resting finally on couch

with the child who so tenderly

ran it tired. 

The energy when Autumn comes

when you're not quite done

kissing Summer

goodbye.

Do you feel the breath? 

Do you feel your mind 

spiraling all over this

whirl of whimisical words?

Do you feel the heart? 

Your heart? 

My heart? 

The flow of energy 

of the one to your left

or right? 

Us all, limited not

to labels

or categories, 

not by old, young, 

American, skin tone, 

the foolish boy or the sweet lady.

Try Human, 

Homo Sapien, 

try Earthling, 

giggling practitioner about spirit fingers. 

But, 

you know what? 

I do not

need to instruct, 

because I feel it. 

I feel you. 

I feel joy,

stress, searing pain, 

us joining as a whole

with our Om. 

So beautiful, 

you people. 

This is it. 

This is you, this is me. 

This is Mother Earth. 

I feel it.

And maybe you do too."