Sometimes you may feel dull
and worn,
muted and faded,
stale and depleted.
Remember that nothing blooms
without also stopping to replenish.
Nothing flowers without also
needing roots.
No stream flows
without a bubbling source
of renewal.
Nothing is birthed without time
spent waiting in the dark.
Call your attention back
from all its roaming and wandering.
Let it land in your center.
Notice your breath moving in and out.
Notice what you can hear.
Listen.
Notice what you can see.
Watch.
Notice how your body is held
wherever you are.
Feel the earth beneath you,
the warmth of your blood,
the air in your lungs.
Reach out your right hand
and receive some love.
Reach out your left hand
and receive some energy.
Bring both hands to your heart
and pause to let it in.
Whisper: I am here.
Commit to this,
right now.
Molly,
Thanks for sharing! It succeeds both as poetry and self-help literature.
The imagery is beautiful and worth pondering.