We stretch toward the ceiling as the music plays. We breathe through the resistance of taunt tendons and tight muscles. We tap from shoulders to knees.
Autumn eve
across the water
shimmering light
Eyes moisten in the dark. A heart, clenched in condemnation over endured powerlessness, loosens. Somehow, for the first time, an unconditional acceptance arises.
breathing
this novel
relaxation
Frank J. Tassone 
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