Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Holy Now



I know it's important that I pause
in the middle of the almost-spring day
to stand inside the arms
of this holy flowering tree - that I let eyes 
and heart and heavy inside parts be awed 
and opened 
by budding, blossoming pink

I know it's important that I let 
myself speak my own
me-language rather than thinking 
I should mimic yours, that I let paint
and words and color touch what eyes
can't see

I know it's important that I let go 
of the go go go busy busy do-doing 
this life has taught me and slow  

to my own slow pace, maybe 
accomplishing nothing whatsoever

just letting the simple whisper
of this one miracle moment breathe
breathe
breathe 
through me



2 comments :

  1. Your poetry is like word therapy. Love it <3

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  2. Aw, thank you, Karin. I so appreciate you taking the time to connect. Sending you love today. <3

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