Meditation: An Act of Intimacy
I am stripped bare, exposed
No option left to me but stillness
There is nothing else I can do
But sit, vulnerable, waiting
Watching the space just around me
For any faint flickering of life
Listening for movement
Of air or body
Or air traveling through body
Searching for some small notice
That change is coming
This is it
This is all there is
This moment of intimate me
A voice whispers in my ear
Sudden tension as I prepare for onslaught
My life slams itself into me
A violent act of becoming one
Vibrating with sensation
This body and this life
Something bloody but breathing
Is made
I am born
— April Resnick
Birth of Self by Cyn McCurry
sometimesihatemycat 
I am with you Carl up in Rockland;
I am with you April on the cushion
April, beautiful… I’m looking for tĥe poem you mentioned in relation to Becketts Endgame on SNB-‘up against a wall’..can you point me ?
Thank you. Here is a link:
https://sometimesihatemycat.com/2013/03/18/up-against-a-wall/
Patrick, If you have trouble with the above link, let me know and I can get it to you another way.