this right-ness
A new map,
routes I have not
seen before
I choose to walk. In lines
and curves,
to notice
safety
and beauty
in gusts of wind
that meet my edges
and feed my breath.
My feet are opening,
bubbling springs
that draw me down
to more aliveness,
to fierce presence.
I see from heart
the blood-red lens I live
with, through
does not fear.
The paths are clearer,
the pull of what feels
right
is louder
and the passage
into this living,
breathing, flesh and
pulse
I am sure of.
So this rightness
resides as radiance,
this rightness
is the deep well
I kneel to drink from.
