June you mark the middle
Of a year
That has everyone
In quiet the pickle.
The unpredictable,
The unprecedented,
The insurmountable,
The game changers.
All in one
They are happening,
The noise deafening
The footprints indelible.
Biological or social
Emotional or political,
The fight for survival
The core of the struggle.
With debates and protests
Even the riots,
How can we possibly
Claim any rest.
Feeling the injustice
The denial, the inequality
With deep woven roots,
Perpetuating the atrocities.
Even with fight
Guided by knowledge,
Changes still need
Clarity and quietness
To allow the most powerful
To rise,
To be felt
To be seen.
So how to find
In these dark times
The magic of love?
The peace of love?
It must be the only way
The ancient way.
So go within to the core
Ground and center.
Move with that one
Rhythmic flow
Never to judge
Only to bestow.
Life, opportunity
Abundance of choice.
Breath is this anchor
Breath is the answer.
What seems so insignificant
Holds all that is magnificent,
Delve deep, delve often
Keep company
Of the one companion.
So her treasures
Maybe realized
And your peace will unfold.
rhythmandthedancer 