Bodypsalm for small rebirths
You have been struggling in the mud
through the soil of your own life
whether it is disappointment, loss, letting go
or the passage of loved ones to the next realm
simultaneously
You are blooming over an eternal season
shooting up from the swamp of circumstance
and petals rising
pristine and clear
from the leaves of your own heart
You keep waiting for the Big Rebirth
but in reality it is a series
of small rebirths
tiny flowers
claiming the space within you
Take note
behold small beauties
of how you glisten
and loosen to what grows
inside your new garden
You are becoming a lotus
in due time
but the lotus cannot see itself
you too cannot always see
the extravagant arising
Take heart
for here in the muck
are the seeds
for your new life.