"This breath is the Goddess.
Don't waste a single
exhalation complaining
about the world.
Just choose beauty and sing.
The gift appears
when you are grateful.
Under the snow, seeds listen.
The softer your voice of praise
the more they reach upward,
golden cups of thirst and yearning.
This is the secret:
Creation happens in quietness.
You are the cause of Spring."
Thanks to Fred LaMotte
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