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Because I am a miracle 

That I am alive
Is a miracle

That I am able to breathe
Deeply into my belly 
Is a blessing

For such a blessing
I feel deepest gratitude 


When I was a star
I couldn’t hear the birds
Singing in the morning

When I was a star
I couldn’t taste the ocean
Salting my skin

When I was a star 
I couldn’t feel the warm breeze
Bringing my face messages of hope 

When I was a star
I couldn’t inhale the mint or the rose
In all their ostentatious fragrant glory

When I was a star I couldn’t even see
the magic of the afternoon light 
golden, slinky, as it casts itself 
so flatteringly 
over all the miracles
that surround us 

Here I now am
in this exquisite form

a feeling, sensing, breathing
miracle of life
with the sublime ability 
to derive deep pleasure 
from my physical functions
eating, moving, shitting, sleeping, drinking water, laughing, breathing...

Why would I look for anything more?

When I was a star
I saw this life and chose it

Now I am here 
Experiencing

Morning birdsong filling my spirit

Gently dancing trees soothing my soul

Totally nourished by the very act of recognising the beauty of our natural world, 
of which I am a worthy element,
and basking 
in gratitude
for this
divine
moment

Copyright Zoe Xanadu 2021

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Opti-mist 

This magic mist
of Daybreak

Can I store some in my lungs 
and breathe it out
much later on
when I need to remember 
this perfect purity?

When I am still in bed
The way I feel 
the weight of the world
and all its things 
is different 

Later,
When I’m up,
The support of recent sleep 
and lovely sheets 
and so many velvet cushions
will have receded

The replenishment I feel at dawn
will have depleted 

And the hope I rely on
to carry on believing
that I can put all the clean washing away
or smash the patriarchy
will need a recharge



And so then,
in that moment of need,
if I can breathe
into my depth 
and exhale
some of this early morning magic 
I might be able to remember 
to go gently.







Copyright 2021