violent pink and gold over the horizon
wind moving through trees
exhale of intention
inhaling the new air of a new day
mistakes, regret and self-abuse from yesterday
are fortunately already the past
the present is stealing over the line of the ridge
shimmering and warm
i will grasp it
and bring it, too, into the bowl of my belly
it will radiate out from me
on the thousands of exhales through today
i will pass it along
shoulders roll down like water
soft and sure
forehead to floor in gratitude
palms to heart center
yes, remember your center
it is steady
a metronome
my metronome counts out the song of the day
i will sing it with mouth wide open
and smile from my center
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