April doesn't wait to see how you feel about it.
Nature is joy.
Your body is a farm
where the earth raises her favorite bacteria.
The sky keeps changing her cloudy mind.
Stars wriggle their way like worms
through the loam of darkness
without the slightest interest in your destiny.
Portals open, planetary alignments
happen every moment.
You pass through them unaware.
A new age begins with each breath.
Before becoming you,
Being was already perfect.
So rip out your stitches and let laughter
pour from your wound.
Painting by Carol Cavalaris
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