My body becomes my temple. Soft seams bending and collapsing with breath. whirlpools gather at each transition and guide me deeper into a pose. All this time, i have been treating my flesh like a burden, as though it kept me from truly being. i catch the sensation and ride it through, my spine arching and delighting in the resistance and then surrender. watching colour stream with sweat across my vision, this air caressing my lungs and releasing the thoughts i collect, the moldy butterflies that i’ve locked and protected. this closet space wasted, i am open and spread thick into every direction. I am filling up and overflowing, the cascade rippling around my feet and becoming waves lapping doors and windows. these days bursting at the seams, waiting to be discovered, even in the simplest act, a gift. i make silent promises to love more.