(Tadasana)

What can you see from the vantage point of your full height?

Do you stand alone and expand like a mesa, stretching
open in all directions? Or
Are you a single peak in a chain of mountains?
A sentinel for your community?

What is our origin story?
Were you molded from the fiery earth?
Did you come into being with a violent
clashing of opposing forces?
Were you carefully sculpted by a loving god?

What treasures run through your veins, and
who has seen them? Who will? And
when?

What wears you away, and
how does this erosion make you more beautiful?