This is now, and now is all there is.
Don't wait for then to appear out of the fog.
Strike the spark and light the fire upon the hearth.
Take the place prepared for you at Gaia's table.
Feast with gusto and quench your thirst with
the rich and heady wine of her wise creation.
Dance the way branches of maple and cedar
are dancing aloft in this morning's autumn wind.
Remember the song that is effortlessly flowing
through your blood and bones and along your skin.
Remember that the green earth below your feet
and the sky above your head are the cloth of Gaia's
perfect weaving and the stuff of your own story,
a tale that is wild and sweet and winding.
Tailor the robe you have woven with dignity and grace.
This is my own take on a favourite verse by Rumi called "Begin". The poem appeared a day or two early and was posted on my morning journal blog (Beyond the Fields We Know), but it seemed perfect for this time and place and for Poetry Thursday's theme this week, the body.