I watch her rise
stillness in breath
held without fail
lift entrusted
free as if ground nor gravity exist
deeply rapt within her beliefas my garden grows
released to its wild self
sweet peas braid delicate arms
around iris faded
flowers of sun gold reach
unbound while white trimmed
daisies sway underneath
each melding into the other
no circumscription setI am not given to order
or rule, I am made for feral beauty
I wish to voyage with you as equal
each of us rising to the sun
witness rays given in time
each in our own time and liturgy
welcome wisps of wind
consider kiss of raindrops
knowing all is right
as long as all
are fully honored,
you and I and All
.
.
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Author’s Note:
I have a strong urge right now to turn off the news, shut down social media, and hide away until it gets better. It is tempting to close my eyes and say, “Enough, I cannot take it any longer.”
Then comes the phone call and I realize I cannot hide. More tests are needed. I have been given a pause. Again, I don’t know why I am spared and not others. I do not have breast cancer. In those dark moments of this long week I was able to stand still and strong knowing to hide is not the answer.
May we fill the world
with our stillness
so strength is gathered
and ready when needed.
May we fill the world
with a touch so gentle
that pain is eased,
even for a moment’s rest.
May we fill the world
with something beautiful,
so Beauty is remembered,
not forgotten in smoke and haze.
May we not hide,
but stand tall, stand still,
as hopeless as it may seem,
we are a mighty ripple in the pond.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
Munay,
Lexanne
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