To Begin
Again and then again.
Put it on, come on now,
Just do it.
Now, the deep breath...
And here we are.
The silence greets me.
A love warmth activates my heart.
What is this in my hidden pocket?
Grief? I am grieving?
Undergirding the beauty of this Earth space
Is the weight of so much pain
Held in between the molecules of life activity.
Shall I take my hand of attention and lead it away?
A crow beckons from the Oak,
cawing into the cool December morning.
The activity of my day,
like gravity,
pulls me into itself.
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