Grab a hold of what matters.
See the one word written on the arm of
divinity.
Twist something free down in the belly of the
mother –
it stirs,
awakens to a day
when all you need to do is
show up.
Wake the sleeping giant
between your shoulder blades.
Rise up.
The peace lily has decided this is the
moment to bloom.
Follow her white hood as far up as you
dare.
Greet the tree tops. The red tail hawk
sitting on the naked branch full of
bewilderment.
Why not join her? Bring amazement.
Sit close,
brush the feathers from your own
eyes.
There is a special kind of beauty
to the rain.
~Anita Bondi 2018
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