Onward, upward 

Let the fresh air

float away distractions, unnecessary cares.

That tendency to carry sorrows

of others, in your heart, in your bones,

need burden your spirit no more.

No sense heaving that lore.

Your best

was,

and is,

all you need deploy.

And gift

that inner critic

a swift kick,

off the gentle path,

irregardless of where it lands.

Nature’s recycling

will reliably,

re-craft it into her hummocky soup.

She handles erosion, far better than you.

Let your sweat

effuse

forgiveness, toward you, from you.

This life, these acts

weren’t meant to be perfect, wise, exact.

You’ve learnt vast

lessons

from

endless folks of your past.

Expend unwisely no more!

Instead, embody your

fortitude,

as we redwoods majestically do,

Your bod grants you a naturalness,

this

style of presence

– to exude.

Venture now,

liberated of unwarranted strife,

boldly stride,

up nature’s steps of life,

allowing

supportive connection,

when you need or like,

or when it’s most wise.

You sweet soul,

Onward, upward, lithely glide

up, up to luxuriate in the sun’s inviting light.

Retreat mediation room poetry

Multiversity 1440

Scripted by DebJoan Hall-B

March 15, 2018