I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels
will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body
will be a rose, a star.
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I was reminded of the beauty and medicine of this poem recently when a friend mentioned she had been holding it close as she works to clear space in her life, finding what brings her joy and beginning to bring dreams to fruition.