There are these places I sometimes forget, 

They are in the heel of my foot, and in the palm of my hand. 

They are in my root,  LAM.

And rise on up, 

step by step,

Into the crown,  

That is above my head.

Om.  

They are in the rivers,  

And in the core of this planet, Itself. 

I have within me,  

What makes the earth quake, 

And can be a tsunami, 

All of it within myself, 

How unexpected it all takes place, 

But how governed by the moon, 

It all is.  

There is dirt beneath my feet,  

And a yearning in my heart,  

I did not put there.  

I wish I had never learned to question it. 

Because there are tsunamis in my hands,  

And my heart makes the earthquake, 

And all I have to do, 

Is flow with it.  

What is meant to be,  

will meet me there.  

Happy meditating, 

-S