Green With It

Every drop a perception
of separation and it’s not your beauty

or possessions, it is that treasure
chest of hope I crave.  Some days I wake

in deep daylight, the strong sun
beating against the crowded places

in my skull and your words
echo from a place I cannot reach.

Oh, if I could shout sheer
improbability from that confident

gaze you flourish, selfie in the mirror
but I don’t own reflective

glass, and I don’t dress
for success, cross-

legged yoga pants on this zafu.
Buckwheat molded to my butt

silent sitting holding all of us
in my sulk until I confess

I’m lost! Deep in regrets
my heart beset

sing to me now
remind me of my true

and utter ignorance-spaces
we share falling

through this endless
moment feeling

unmedicated angst
the dark path to joy

opening what
envy closes.

Inspired by Envy, Chest, Gaze, Flourish and this meditation on healing regrets.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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