A Rightness

 “How is it, then, comes

The chance to bloom again,

To be less master of life

And more servant to

what pushes through?”

That’s how I felt the other night

While doing YOGA on the beach.

Utterly and completely fortunate

To FEEL THIS AT HOME in my own

skin again. To seemingly have a chance

To ‘bloom again’.

As if with all the recent griefs,

I lost my bearings, lost my orientation

to what ‘felt right, good, kind and organic.’

I lost my footing.

And somehow this YOGA on the beach,

This doing moon salutations with the ocean

felt like a ‘return to the root of the root of myself’.

A sense of rightness. A sense of belonging to life again.

Returned, to a sense of goodness. For THIS I have been created.

It was almost like a ‘call and response’ with nature;

This living organically, along with nature.

A living exchange, in the moment.

“Less master and more servant to

What pushes through”  -- now, more in touch with

what is already here, what is organic.

What wants to be.

Simply joining. Simply being present.

Here. Alive. GIFT.

PRESENT.

And I couldn’t help but sense also the earth’s happiness,

As we knelt on the sand, listened to the waves,

Felt the sun on our faces,

And lifted our hands to the bright blue sky.

A hum seemed to come;

A deep earth exhale.

A yes...

Accompanied by my own deep throated thank you.

~ Marcella

Today's poem prompt from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poem: “Like the Peony” https://ahundredfallingveils.com/?s=The+peony

Today’s prompt:

“How is it, then, comes

The chance to bloom again,

To be less master of life

And more servant to

what pushes through?”

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