Raising Doubts!
Hey did you know?
or maybe you heard?
Doubts need attention~
Sounds quite absurd!
They seek comfort among shadows,
and tend to grow stale,
Crinkly and dull
craving exhales.
Left all alone~
Doubts suffer from depression,
get stuffed away,
and morph into aggression.
Doubts dwell in our bellies,
Dull, sleepy in this place~
And contract to remind us
when we need more space.
They listen to our blames,
our anger, our fears.~
They need to be seen~
to be heard loud and clear.
How can you find them?
you ask with desire~
Crank up this pose called
‘Playing with Fire”!
From a seated position,
Ground into your seat~
Lift up your legs
Rub the soles of your feet.
Keep rubbing feet together,
add your palms in as well~
Rub feet and hands~
Create friction, that’s swell!
To Generate more heat
scoop your tailbone in strong~
Your low belly will lift~
Now you’re coming along!
Match your breath
to your movements~
Vigorous and fast
Play with the fire!
Fuel your light, at last!
Become aware of your breath~
Follow breath to your belly
Warm up the doubts~
till they feel more like jelly.
Welcome with clarity~
welcome with ease~
Be there with yourself~
Listen, if you please.
Tap into your shadows
by igniting the light!
The sun of your body
is meant to burn bright!~
It’s the source of your power~
your shining gem!
Invite your doubts to play
and get to know them.
Nourish them by listening
and feeding them truth.
Tend to them often
as a faithful sleuth.
Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: “What does his voice sound like?” “What games does he like best?” “Does he collect butterflies?” They ask: “How old is he?” “How many brothers does he have?” “How much does he weigh?” “How much does his father make?” Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, “I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves on the roof…” They won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them “I saw a house worth a hundred thousand francs.” Then they exclaim, “What a pretty house!”…That’s the way they are. You must not hold it against them. Children should be very understanding of grown-ups.
