(Re)birth
There's something bigger about the planet after it rains.
Like it makes space.
Cleans.
More ease,
more air,
less pressure,
lighter.
Empty,
But not desolate.
A kind of expectant pause,
in all the density of living full ...
A space made clean to fill up
new, from clarity.
The air around expands
& there is space for more
and it comes easily.
The impossible feels possible,
there is space for every plausible & implausible thing
& more,
but no rushing.
Just the space.
The air is big
I grow
I fill it up
It fills up me
I am everywhere
& quiet
& there is power there in the quiet space of me
I breathe in the space and am
grateful.
Like it makes space.
Cleans.
More ease,
more air,
less pressure,
lighter.
Empty,
But not desolate.
A kind of expectant pause,
in all the density of living full ...
A space made clean to fill up
new, from clarity.
The air around expands
& there is space for more
and it comes easily.
The impossible feels possible,
there is space for every plausible & implausible thing
& more,
but no rushing.
Just the space.
The air is big
I grow
I fill it up
It fills up me
I am everywhere
& quiet
& there is power there in the quiet space of me
I breathe in the space and am
grateful.
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