Ding!
Is that you
Texting me?
I wait
Be cool
Let thirty seconds pass
Before I cross the room
To pick up my phone
It’s a fucking ad
For solar panels
Just
No
Delivery
Hanging preschooler sized pants on the line
On a sunshiney lockdown day
Brrrrmmmmm
The postie bike stops at my gate
Through he comes with two big packages
“I’ll just put these here”
They sit by the door
As I continue my dance with the endless laundry cycle
I pick them up on my way inside
One, a bundle of online fast fashion for the teen
The other addressed to me
Flat, registered, with stiff cardboard inside
My graduation certificate and testamur
Just like that
Ten years of isolated online toil
Solo parenting, working so many jobs
My Masters degree has been conferred in hi-vis
From the other side of the laundry basket
Not a mortarboard in sight
But what beautiful weather for Graduation Day!
Roses
I told her my news
She sent roses to my door
So then I had more news
To tell my friends
Better than the daily covid update
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Actually don’t
I won’t publish it
And now
Presenting:
This moment
Welcome to your appointment with life
Thank yourself for making time
in your busy schedule
to be available to notice
your breath
coming into your body
and leaving your body
Your belly rising
Your belly falling
Your mind slowing
Your tension releasing
Your heart opening
Your shoulders falling
Your smile relaxing
Your eyes softening
Your hair growing
Your forehead clearing
Your organs rejoicing
Your freedom expanding
Breath coming in
Breath flowing out
Yes
How lovely
Looking deeply into things
Opening your perception up to the beauty and miraculous perfection all around you
Remembering your innate intelligence
Savouring the elegance of life
And your self as part of the miracle
Here you are
Right here
Right now
Breathing
Breathing
Calm
Smiling
Present
Wonderful
Worthy
Welcome
You are as perfect as that leaf
That shell
That star
That sunrise
That breeze
You are all of these things
With gratitude and love
You belong
Text message poem
I have to leave the house for stupid errands
Call when ready and we’ll see what works
Bloody wind
sometimes
not always not even usually, but every now and then I float out above the conversation I am in and the cruel thought occurs "oh I am such an idiot" it takes such a lot of effort to love myself out of these moments
Tree
Tree
In the forest
alone I stand
surrounded
by the held wisdom
and cool release
of all my fellow trees
Our shared experiences
touch us differently
but the sky calls us all
upwards
as our roots reach
ever deeper
to nourish us
we grow
together
Copyright 2021
Imagine
Imagine
If everything was as exquisite
as a perfect cup of tea!
Life would be unbearable
in its all-expanding beauty
and limitless optimism
...or is it already?
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
Tea and sunrise
Magpies stomping on the roof
Rustling sounds in the garden
different
to the nocturnal rustlings
bolder
shadows of the morning walkers
diligent silhouettes
passing by my window
the dusty film makes it all seem
so romantic
lace hanging haphazardly
like a renaissance era opera dancer
backstage
in a state of delicious dishevelment
limbs everywhere
Dogs pull their humans
eager to know what news this day brings
so easily sated
by the daily miracle
of the sun remembering to rise
What further delight
would any sane person
seek to seek?
Stay here in this
the gold of highest value
hear the praises
sung by those with wings
whose freedom of flight
allows the broadest view from above
who still choose
to come home to roost
They will always remind me
that to be near a tree
is all I need
To breathe the freshness
of the new day
in through my newest leaves
down to my deepest roots
And to feel my expansion
My belonging
My arrival home
In every direction
as I exhale
Dwelling in the ultimate dimension
Grateful for this breath
Copyright 2021
Spritely Musings 