Ring the Bells That Still Can Ring

More light, more peace, more justice, more grace, more looking up and out and at each other.

More tenderness, more listening, more softness, more wisdom.

More awe, more insight, more vision, more beauty, more benevolence seeking no outside reward.

More patience, more ease, more depth, more relief, more telling the people you love that you love them.

More ego receding, more soulfulness leading, more laying down what no longer keeps you from harm.

More wandering, more dreaming, more kissing, more meaning.

More belonging right where you are.

More freedom, more mystery, more magic, more poetry, more cabals meeting secretly to whisper about joy.

More gestures of gentleness, more glimmers in the darkness, more returning what separated us, more mending of the torn up and broken-hearted.

More time to keep trying.

More remembering who we all really are….

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You are not the longing or the sorrow or the memory of something better. You are not the things that seem broken or the parts that feel fixed. You are not the grudges you hold. You are not the money you made. You are not what you wanted to achieve or the things that you failed to. You are not the story you told or the one that they told you. You are not the last calendar year of your life any more than the whole sky is what you see if you look up and stare at it right now.

You are where day bleeds into night, where colors run away with your heart leaking a sliver of moonlight. You are a mystery. You are a miracle. You are a proxy to a poet whose work you’ll never see. You are high up, above all the clouds, a place with no end, no beginning, and no name.

You are an echo.

A vibration.

You are all of the love that you gave.

✨Happy New Year✨