knuckles to knee, soft palm up,
elbows east and west to the sea,
or thumbs poised right angle to
index, cupping the joint round.
Lotus springs from the dead
but loving breath warms limb,
left foot rising over right over
left again, balance in the being
synced forth in a becoming to
the rhythmic beam’s third eye.
Hold hands, heart with mind,
hear the calm of 10,000 years
in lungfuls of uncharted time.