Swaddled...

...breathing into spring...

I        can      feel      my  Self  
swaddled tight     as the buds 	                              
in the softest down  
awaiting spring  

I can feel       my      blood  
moving up           
and    down  
in time 	with the sap  
Pulsing      s   l     o    w    l   y      
on this cold    snowy   morning  

I can feel    my        bones  
f  l  e  x  i n  g   and    arching  
as   we   both      b   r  e  a  t  h  e  
Taking      in      the      whole     cosmos  

I can feel      the      potential  
the      expected               growth  
both up   towards  the      stars  
and down,     
                      d   e   e  p        
                                        down  
                                                into the Earth

I can       feel    the TRUST  
That     W I L D      K n o w i n g  
That      the    Earth WILL   
                                       hold us both   up  

WHATEVER comes  

and    I     K   N   O   W  
Not with my mind  
but with    my        e n t i r e      body  
the      L  O  V  E   of this    Being  
for the world    in which    we both   
reside 

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