H(ow)

How to breathe in 
more breath than you can hold

how to stop the bliss from s
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                             ing into sacred night

and dancing like an enchanted imp 
who has found gold

how to be more than 
you could ever dream you could be

how to stretch your skin 
to contain a universe unfolding

how to open yourself 
to that soft oyster like vulnerability

that tingles with every moment of touch
every caress of love

and grows as a lotus flower 
to burst deep tears from your heart

how to remember the child 
who knows, whom you can trust

and embrace with that innocent wisdom 
falling like rain upon

once parched land
bringing fruits and bounty to feed your soul

sowing seeds of joy and play that shout 
'I will not grow up nor old'

how to reach out with a w(hole) he(art)
to your brothers and sisters

who fall in the road and are heavied 
with walls unseen like prison cells

and say here is my hand, not judging, 
open and heart led, to pick you up

where you fell and to hold and comfort you 
in the darkest of your nights

how to be human is the question of the age 
more so now than ever was

and with all such things that have 
depth and meaning to ponder it is the

simple truth will lead us home, 
home to one another, home to Mother Earth

take care, be kind, tread softly: 
for in the simple things ultimately lie the sublime.