Tag: poetry
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Today My Gratitude is Different
It’s like an angel set gratitude down in front of me and said, This. Here. Like this. And when I didn’t understand, another angel set relaxation down next to it, and said, That. There. Like that. And when I stared blankly, they flew off together and took striving with them. They left behind contentment, and…
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The Gorgeous Sky Doesn’t Wonder if She Should Be Blue
The gorgeous sky doesn’t wonder if she should be blue. The sweet grass doesn’t worry about whether she is green enough. It is us, our own eyes and neural networks interpreting greenness, blueness, and enoughness. The crow doesn’t fret about the coarseness of her cawing. The cicada is not concerned with the volume of her…
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You Are Nature & Standing in the Midst
Look at your hands. They are blossoms, your fingers, petals. Look at your feet. They, too, open and close, your toes, each one, precious petalsit doesn’t matter they curved, crooked and callusedwhen the magic happened inside of you,the energetic core of youthe magic always happening. Look at you. You are the interstices of love and…
Amy Secrist 