What the Whirled Need Now Is

a deep breath

I don’t need to hear the angry disappointments, not
recriminations second guesses invocations.
No. We have come too far to mourn yet
another bruise I choose
instead
to breathe.

Breathe.
For the breathless be the wind that billows their sails, be
their pulsating hearts running waters over ramparts.
Flow. Then take sweet comfort in your rest
from all the mad and sad.
Instead,
believe.

Leave
all the worries behind let your kindness rise anew
as your magics and labors grace your neighbors.
Shine. They can use moments of your smiles
so take awhile for that.
Also,
for you.
_________________________

Just to break the endless cycle of shock and fear and anger and hope and disappointment, let this be a personal day. For you and maybe a loved one, give it a rest.

Namaste.

Have some desserts. Like this new release from Lake Street Dive

Or an old duet from King Pleasure

Or let your heart fall along with Iyeoka

Maybe take a few quiet moments with your dearest.

And remember how life’s supposed to be. And will just have to be..