It all began on the floor.

That is where I found you, or rather, you found me, my dear Cobra. 

So close to this ground, this vibration, 

that is life and God, 

This place that knows and does not think, 

This place that only from the floor can we arch our spine and rise,

vertebrae by vertebrae,

Stop and breathe, bow, and listen. 

How tonight, I shed every skin. 

And honor this place, that first found me, 

This place of Purusha, that is so sweet, 

the full moon of my heart.  

This place that knows not of distance or time, 

This place that knows no words, 

and yet it is from here

that I know

you 

HEAR 

me. 

Happy meditating,

-S