Monday, January 18, 2021

Let breath move you, my loves,
step after aching step.
Let your sighs slip from your heel
to ease gently into your past,
as your toe reaches ahead
onto unknown sand.
Fill your lungs with possibility
that propels you forward,
weight spilling and spreading
across your wide, flat sole,
rooting you to your nowness
from this now to the next.
Let the black hole behind you,
forever spinning underneath,
pull apart the breath you leave behind,
the steps taken,
impressions made.
Let its endless churning devour
every step, each regret,
for new ground, fresh air awaits.
My loves, let breath move you.

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