The Cause

The breath you give

is the breath you receive

is the breath that

whispered this planet into atoms,

blew spirals of night

into galaxies like glass

and spindled out the flesh

of your ancestors.

We were connected

by a dark sigh

before we had names

and our lungs are the bellows

of the Maker.

Don't waste a single exhalation

complaining about the world.

Choose beauty.

The gift will not appear

until you are grateful.

Under snow, seeds listen.

Are you singing to them?

Why not?

The softer your voice

of praise

the more they reach up

golden cups of

thirst and yearning.

Here's the secret,

creation happens quietly.

Stillness swirls

from inside out.

You could be the cause

of Spring.

Photo from Issoantea