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An ongoing attempt to overcome negativity bias and live in balance with the spirit of the equinox.

Photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash

Words inspired by “The Sun In Me” by Priya Tandon.

We are at war

Bombs drop, children cry, and buildings vanish

Once serving as shelter

Now painful reminders of what once was

AND

The birds sing their songs

Fear balloons

Threatening to topple democracies

Shatter families and dissolve nations

AND

the hummingbird flaps its wings

Blood spills

agreements are broken

Trust is lost

Vengeance is sought

AND

the matilija poppy flashes fried eggs unabashedly

Pain reaches its tendrils into new orifices

Death claims the young

And heartache ripples across generations

AND

the pluots burst off the branches

which can barely hold themselves up

under the weight of so much abundance

My son throws dirt on me

defiantly throws his dinner on the floor

and leaves the refrigerator open for the tenth time today

AND

He gives me hug attacks

and crawls into my bed in the middle of the night

In search of a cuddle

which brings him fast asleep in the nook of my armpit

My wife feels like a bowling ball is being pressed

against her vagina

Her ankles are swollen

And she wakes constantly throughout the night

to relieve her burdened bladder

AND

Inside of her

Our newest family member

Waits patiently

For the perfect moment to arrive

It is such a tragically beautiful time

To be alive.