Yin Practice

Shiela said to picture someone you want to forgive or you need to ask someone’s forgiveness and I pictured you, she said what were they wearing, I thought about your yellow shirt and how it matched with blue shorts and this iridescent bracelet I wore and driving home on a bus you holding me and we passed by the window school bus the kind that you have to push on really a lot to open, I can still see looking out the window silhouette of the night cradled and the moon, and we turned around in some parking lot before, she then said picture sitting with the person in seated position facing them looking at them eye to eye, and I pictured that time in your basement when we did just that you felt we met almost for the first time again, a cue like the song ‘cruisin together’ we sang in your car I cried to ‘down to the river to pray’ and I remember you and your dad picked me up from the hotel during Christmas and the lady offered KFC and the bathroom key and before that I had been by a river raining lost awhile after Lafayette on the drive, and I remember when I met you with a starry night and grilled cheese and you saw my laundry hamper and I asked you what you were doing on my bed and most of all,
Luna played this song the other day “And tonight, oh tonight I feel like dancing” and I began to cry I felt that I know why I love Patty Murphy day, I pictured it was that day with you a hundred golden circles in cascading dot dot dot etcetera repentant, weeping willow firework caught downpour, day lighting, small crystals scattered from palm of hand like scattered seeds and a flower girl while turning, turning in 360* revolutions in an iridescent sprinkler bowed in betweens, threads of rays like the center marking of roads red cups and blue cups of grass and whiskey and muddy ice cubes, our feet returning to windows sleeping curtain swung cables casting like the sun shadows of the wood beam columns on a deck the light through sunglass blinds reflection sheltering through to you and a futon, back to the day still held olive silk and there was a microphone we danced in whirwind halt of paused green, yellow, Shiela said to think of your eyes, softest color of
brown and strawberry autumn, white whooshes, under tented ceilings needle point from
high above blanketing page and the tables glowing plastic of cranberries and cola bubbles wash wondering in amber like the shade of the subject that inspired its blueprint into making. Taking a some kind of certain something glance at loop bolstered braided rope from us where all the beacons freely cross, past the upward surrounding skirting fringe, a garbage can holding emptied cups, the space where garrulous angels covered themselves in gold and silver beer by guitar cases that maybe were of collective treasure chest change splashing like lucky pennies, in fountain for strums, harmony hymns earlier on the day long.
Sae’s backyard with a sun and moon soon illuminated, a few leaves and what could
almost have been tickets somersaulting under coaster water marks rocked still. This day, these distinctions of you checkpoint who you are to me and are loved so sentimentally. There is something about the contrast between a kiss, between tooth angled gaps and the smile in your eyes of the vertical ladder scape climbed to the city on top of an overlooking square against the horizontal cake icing of breezy tree tops belly dancing of deep lines drawing cement four, on edges dancing chest to chest, constantly moving like rolling pins. There is a power, an hour in the permancence of these sways marbles stopped and that have touched. Staying around and blinking your face in grace a billboard, we lower into a stairwell rung after rung looking universally, the magnitude, balance, heights, counting years on a tree, changing sunrise sunset present, wishful heels answered that you are
already holding my flip-flops.
Shiela said to say something in this meditation, to take your hands I pictured a
picture I took of you when you weren’t ready and the flash caught your eyes so bright. I think I said I’m sorry and I love you and we were back in your room from last year by the bed. Shiela said.