Day 64/365

Technically World Poetry Day is today, March 21st as the date, and somehow my brain thought the 21st was yesterday. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Nevertheless, every day is poetry day because I’m embarking on writing a poem each day.

Here’s today’s poem:

Is it enough

to breathe into the wind

and stretch my palms

into the rough branches,

feel the hum through the rings

or from the deepest roots of trees,

or sing a sad melody

into the darkest night

of the soul

where I am on the edge

of something to come,

something to lose,

something to gain?

If I ask a dozen questions

and demand answers right away,

they will not come…

for clarity comes when the mind

sits still and listens, when intuition

moves with purpose through the pulse

of your heart and soul, when everything

is aligned and feels like a crown

that was meant for you

to carry all along.