Dear Self,
You awoke this morning to find
A note, a card, a greeting
Not in pencil or pen or type,
But in word, in life, in meaning
You stretched out your arms
Opened morning eyes
You put feet on the ground, and listened
Your year has carried weight and substance
In people, in time, in joy
Your heart was open, and your mind, too
Taking moments of softness to flow with gusts
Of talk, ample work, and yet,
Slumber
Because you listened
You heard the cry of a tired mind, and answered:
Find plenty and give, to the chapped, cracked and shattered
Find peace, and it will be yours
Find joy, and share it
Much love, Vivi
