Bless constellations.
Bless the blackness of the river at night, railways, and silhouettes of the blanket-capped.
Bless face paint.
Bless the smoke-like rapids, tumbling and dissipating endlessly.
Bless shapeshifting waters.
"Bless strength that does not exclude softness."
And curse fear-- its root in all our self-destructiveness,
our selfishness, and the games we play with others.
And appreciate others more.
Appreciate this moment more.
Appreciate our fragility more.
Love love love.
ReplyDeleteYou should write a poem like this-- it came from a conversation about rather than New Years Resolutions naming one thing you bless/curse/appreciate.
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