Accomplished Pose

(Siddhasana)

Is there a magic moment that makes you grow taller?
– a word, a sound, a smell that opens your heart?

Is there a name that roots you to the earth
and stretches you to the sky?
– that widens your perspective and hollows your embrace
just enough to make room for the generosity of your spirit?

What moves into that space?
What kind of music do you make together?
Do new names come? Words?
Refrains?

What creatures are born in this space?

And where do they go from here?