may energy reading
the space where what matters is only noticed
the way wind blows curls across faces
and water ripples upon once frozen lakes,
creating depth and a mirage of imbalance
yet, we know, in some wild place in our heart
that imbalance is a myth
a theory we are given
fed
with spoon and drink
like medicine they say
it will cure cure cure
but a myth of medicine is not healing
but rather intoxicating for the time being
an impermanent “reliable” antidote for
feeling better
ah, may says, roll the windows down
no matter the weather
and feel it’s perfection dancing across your hands
rain
snow
sun
wind
at the start of the day
or the end
may shows us that noticing is the first step
in healing all the ways in which we’ve tried so hard to think
and think
and fix our ways into feeling better
may is here like a gentle giggle
awakening a part of our stagnant selves
remembering a little bit more each day
that we can laugh and sigh
and be the enchantment we’ve been looking for
the tiny miracles are scattered throughout may
the rainbow after a storm
shark teeth on the beach
the rushing of waterfalls after a deluge
the little miracles of may unfold in our awareness
when we notice what matters
and may might even show us that what we’ve thought matters
has also been a myth
a lie?
a potion distilled into something less
by giving too much than was needed
in may we see the simple little bits
that were too hard to see
in the dark
the heavy rain
the storm
and out at the edge of the sea we will notice
what was always right there
in front of us
it wasn’t time yet
the pain brought awareness
the abandonment offered us slowness
and the chaos uncentered us so we would remember
we are our own light
our own grounding rod
so that we can remember to notice what matters
what matters here and now
right in this moment
look around
feel
witness the miracles
