She speaks to me more these days,
or maybe it’s just that I can hear now.
This wonderful universe, full of love and light,
and fear and pain and shadow.
In tiny moments of heart-opening gratitude.
Upside-down deja-vu, and savasana laughter.
In dreams and songs and from the mouths of babes.
In pop quizzes and drills
(maybe I’ll get it this time).
In sunsets and songbirds, beaches and branches.
When I finally ran out of fucks to give about “fuck-that-shit”
she offered me a million and one opportunities
to understand, to flow, to learn and grow.
And some days now, we are speaking together
Like the perfect ‘Om’ at the opening of class.