I’ve been overlooked for so long now,
I don’t notice my reflection or the shadows that pass me by.
I’ve forgotten how to stretch myself and it feel good.
This tightness that keeps my mouth clamped tight shut.
I look around me and I wonder, how
So many are able to shout and yell.
The confines of my life sometimes feel like hell.
Having permission to express myself……
well, I just don’t know how…
I see a girl at the bus stop and
she catches my eye, as her mouth opens wide.
She let’s out a Great Big yawn and I see her eyes begin to tear.
She looks at me and she smiles with bright sparkling eyes
I’m caught off guard and find I’m trying to smile
but instead I’ve a hand at my mouth, as I yawn right back!
I felt it yawn deep through my whole insides
That connection through eye, mouth and mind, rippled
through muscle after muscle of relief.
The humble yawn that’s so over looked
Brought me peace in the neighbourhood,
Where my presence has been so misunderstood.
Wow …. It brought me peace in the neighbourhood,
Where my presence has been so misunderstood?
The Great Big Yawn brought me such relief
That deep in my body I was understood!
Just one movement connected us well and good
The yawn and me so over looked.
What if I don’t need to shout and yell
To get out of this miserable stinking hell.
What if when I want to wretch and give in to despair
I yawn it all out with a stretch and a tear.
I might not complete it and sometimes that’s true
It gets stuck half way and feels nowhere near through.
I’m caught in this place of curiosity now, of finding out, how,
to release this anxious feeling?
And the yawn gives me comfort, as it connects without words
to those all around me.
I feel the stretch inside me from a place I’d forgotten
as my jaw opens wide and my eyes close shut.
The yawn takes over and becomes everything I am.
It cuts out the sounds and the thoughts,
and, I am that…. I am.
These moments of peace become a sought after comfort and
I give myself permission to yawn and stop stifling for politeness.
I yawn as I changed from day to night,
letting go of old memories that had been so
stuck and hidden out of sight.
I was moving more easily as I gave permission
to lean into each yawn and felt filled with grace.
I started to wonder why such a simple an action
that all humans can do
wasn’t utilised to to be everything it could be?
And then I realised of course…. silly me….
It was just too simple to be embraced by humanity.
It doesn’t have affluent means, celebrity status or even great scientific studies.
It was humble, and just got on with it’s day to day presence.
Doing it’s job in total intersectionality, not ticking any boxes or saying look at me and just accepting that even though it gave such relief,
it’s global story was attached to boredom, exhaustion and apathy.
Oh Yawn!
I am so sorry we have under valued you for so long!
You are the savour of so many a morn and
Yes, this could mean so many things.
Let it be that way….. Let curiosity sing.
The yawn is expansion into creativity.
It feels like a life force connected direct to source
and the more you use it
and pause for a second…
You are connected to remembering your passion,
and full force.
Use it with intention and see what it brings.
No more stifling it down to appease an ego,
Bring in your life force each step as you go.
It is a movement and should be used as such
Who knows what we’ll create when we open ourselves up
Who said it needs to be as complicated as hell.
Yawn it all out and keep it simple and….. yell!
“Come and join me
create a contagious yawn of relief,
changing the whole worlds paradigm from exhaustion to peace”.
Rachel Earing