Flowing through the present moment,
Loose-limbed and easy,
Deliberately vulnerable to this pain:
This is the strength of yielding.

Again and again I catch myself becoming stone
And return to water;
Ripples settling to silence
Over the depthless cold,
The dangerous deep.

This is the wisdom of yielding:
Flowing through this pain,
Loose-limbed and easy,
Deliberately vulnerable to the present moment.