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saved 

Poetry will save us
as it has
and always does

It's poetry who catches us
falling in
and out
of love

A resting tent that nurtures us
while our souls replenish,
touching the universality of our own uniquely fragile stardust...

Stroking our foreheads,
breathing peace into our hearts,
illuminating the beauty in everything
and stitching it
into a cloak of light,
draped lovingly around our shaking shoulders;
whispering cogently to us of its impenetrability, 
of our own sovereign safety,
so that we may rise refueled
our furnace stoked
charged by the life force now burning
outrageously bright in us
to face the world and all its oddly timed surprises
with the optimistic courage of a rising sun

This day is mine!

Poetry has saved me.

Again.

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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