Monday, April 1, 2019

the how of finding self in the debris of self on a monday in april

Sit be still and breathe while sinking to earth rising to sky breathe allow the body's contrast the mind's ramble breathe the vastness of this day the blue the gray sit be still with the pain and trauma of your thousand years sit don't turn away from the sting of despair listen to its tremor feel the pressure of its rip breathe and sit know you are safe know you are full of the world know your own significance is greater than your trauma sit with hurt insight ripens  compassion drifts in on the breath buds of understanding bloom violet breathe know trust breathe discover the joy in seeing without adornment presence without confusion self without shame you are more than your trauma the blue the gray ten thousand marigolds bursting forth from your heart more than breath and bone and bruise breathe sit and risk the knowing open to the song of spring's birds at dawn open to the glow of this morning sky and depth of day open and be home