What Wants to Wash Away?

Breathing into your nose and out through your mouth, I want you to think about what wants to wash away. For something new to be born, we have to make space. The sweetness of this rain, these birds, is wind. Churning the culture of life that you are a part of,. You are alive. If your consciousness is the garden, your breath is tilling the soil. Water, tender caring, love. Wind through the leaves stirring the pot. With each exhale, let it go, let it, Be a drop of rain falling into the earth, sinking into the soil, the earth absorbs.