"the glass fills up with itself"
May you put your hands, lovingly, on your chest and belly.
May you feel your body home, your faithful friend, your dwelling.
May you be released from screens.
Bathers by Paul Cezanne, 1890/94
& Then #4
Sean Cho A.
our wages: hourly: paid not in effort or labor but in the value of  being  present
in attempt to ignore the empty glass: the glass fills up with itself.
the language of dreams always continues with  and then/ is described
in unreachable tangible objects/ or ends with job. the time between
clocking out and melatonin is ours
Source: Poetry (June 2024)
Creative Invitations
Write a one sentence praise or benediction, a sentence with a light or joyful pulse, a heart-helium intention. You could say it to your body, or your spirit or anyone or anything under the sun; all is holy. Carry the sentence in your mind and body today. Say it to yourself, the trees, the pigeons, the ancestors, the air. Let it become a rhythm through-line.
xo,
Abriel