Stop all this hand-wringing.
Be brave.
Loosen every buckle and strap.
This is how the world is saved.
Come out in the meadow and crush
a ripe raspberry on your tongue.
Let the new earth fatten and swell
around the seed of this moment.
Can you sweeten your lips with a taste
of the joy that is already here
before you open your mouth?
Quench your heart with gratitude
for something so luscious and small
it has not yet been created?
The radical act is being present.
The revolution is to breathe.
Painting by Persian artist Mahmoud Farshchian
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