the verge of greatness

 

 

it begins on the inhale

holding prana at the crown

fight distracting thoughts

hold the energy down

 

it is the crux of the occasion

what drifted by just now

and you missed it, of course

praying to your sacred cow

 

this beautiful now present

unfolding like waves into the shore

but you stand there in the wake

braced for contact, wanting more

 

and you bludgeon the surf

lean your shoulder into wave

you roar with determination

strong and human, up against eternity