breathe climate change poem sacred

A Space to Breathe

Photo by mohammad alizade on Unsplash

Today, I breathe…

Today, in this moment I pull the present around me, tightly.

The world is-what-it-is.

I’ve been in control over-drive.

All. The. Time.

Unsustainable.

It is unsustainable to continue in this way.

Change it. Control it. Label it.

Nope.

Not even close.

So, today, I breathe…

In and out and feel it all.

The anxiety.

The fear.

The changing climate.

The crazy politicians.

All. Of. It.

And then, I release it.

I let go.

All. Of. It.

No more holding on.

No. More.

Last night, I saw the moon, high and bright.

It wasn’t full, and yet its brilliance drew me in.

Incomplete beauty. Dazzling. Bright.

A reminder, my teacher.

I paused.

I paused.

The darkness was vast and yet the light of the moon was brighter.

Always.