This is not just the day after something

The first day of summer,
my calendar said,

though for some it is winter.
But that was yesterday.

This is the first day of today,
this, the first moment of now.

The migrating bird, the pulsing star
know their cycles without counting

so instead they can just dance.
Look: even now this moment

is looking at you with that look,
beckoning you out onto the floor.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

June 22, 2021