Mind
be still.
Thoughts
let go of, let fall
away.
Face
the blind beggar’s
at night or
the flower basking
in the light.
Eyes
shut softly
or shyly cast
down.
Words
withhold.
Dissolve like a lozenge
on the tongue.
No more.
Voice
go quiet as sand.
Breathe
until it becomes breath.
Then breathe again
and again
in breath out
in breath out
in breath out.
Shoulders
drop down
relaxed, no longer
holding
the held world.
Chest
strong and
soft enough
to house a heart.
Heart
tenderized by life,
stay home,
stay steady.
Whoever comes
knocking
don’t answer.    
Simply              
let the knocking
fade away
into the hollow of
your breath.
Back
straight.
Buttocks
bearing weight
staying put
settling in.
Hands
quiet, open in your lap
like small bowls
ready to receive
or feed,
to hold or work
or heal.
Genitals
do what you
will
or be still
and know that
you are not
God.
Legs
put revelry away
for now.
Knees
bent
but free of pressure.
Feet
flat on the ground
neither heavy nor light
grounded
in love rooted
deep.
Let your entire body-
being
whisper
as to a lover
I am
completely
susceptible
to you.

© 2017, Daniel J. Miller. All Rights Reserved.
* With apologies to folks who don’t suffer from old basketball wounds that prevent you from getting into the lotus (ha!) or half-lotus position.