It’s not about healing,
I’m already perfect.
It’s because the bird songs get brighter each year.
– unclouded and penetrating deeply,
from beyond to beyond –
The flowers, too, get more beautiful.
I don’t have to meditate to feel at ease in my mind.
I eat clean every day because I don’t want to miss a moment.
Life itself gets brighter every season,
the experience of each moment:
Each joy to be witnessed,
likewise,
Each sadness
Everything brings with it a call to soften, to melt,
Not in a detached way, but in a connected way,
Because to be a witness is so precious.
It’s because my gut is an entering point for the outside world –
And it’s a place of connection, of one-ness, with my habitat.
It’s for compassion
For connection, for humility
For awareness of being made of the same stuff as the grass and the rocks
It’s an experience of being human, and being responsible for nature
and not an exception to it.
It’s to have a clear slate, a ready canvas,
When feelings in of gratitude to be alive
come with their colors
It’s for a clear experience of this intersection,
between soul and body,
It’s coming from an understanding that,
this intersection between spirit and body is life itself.
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