Trikonasana (Triangle)

Like an ancient pyramid

solid and golden

aspiring to the heavens
I stand

spreading from foot to finger

an invisible lightning rod

a conduit

Life travels 

through its channels 

upward

outward
inward

Body and soul 

e   x    p     a      n       d 

to meet their Maker

at thousands of spaces

where subtle sparks occur

and I am 
according to ancient sages
aligned

I am healed

lifted from my contracted self

for moments,

breaths

until next time.