by Angela
The time will come when your body
lets you know healing is happening,
even if it’s not fully showing up
on the outside yet.
There’s no freeze-drop belly knot.
No cold in the veins, icing through the blood,
yelling at the brain: Danger! Danger!
The neural grooves are course correcting.
The time will come
when love drops in;
soft, easy, lasting.
The soothed insides will spill
their overflowing cup of love
onto the newly-planted seeds
—dreaming a long-dream
Feast on your life—
the gifts it gives you every day.
Though they may come in a
package that is unpalatable,
it is all here for you.
WILD SOUL FOOD ~
Read: Derek Walcott’s poem, ‘Love After Love’
Listen: to Linton Kwesi Johnson’s tribute reading here
Meet: The Gentle Tarot artist, Mariza Ryce Aparicio-Tovar, here
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