

Slow as the morning opens Hands draw a quiet circle Feet find
the earth below
Breathe
and turn
Softly we rise
Water in the arms
Still in the eyes Weight moves like a slow river One side
yields, one side gathers The center never hurries Round and return Hold
and release Air through the palms Breathe and turn Softly we
rise Water in the arms Still in the eyes Calm in the
shoulders Calm in the knees Night in the breathing Peace in the
leaves