I hold it in my body.
I hold the joy of sunshine, the glow of moonlight, the feeling of the stars peering through the darkness. I receive it, and I hold it, in my body.
I hold the root of a tree, in my body. The ground receives me, and I receive it, and together, we are root and Earth.
I hold it, in my body. I hold pain, in my belly, every time a gem is pulled from the Earth, to be worn, on your finger, as an antidote to the constant chatter of your mind.
I hold it, in my body, when I blindly swallow the sweet fruit of the Amazon, the fruit of a land a world-away. My lungs ache, as they are filled with smog, they turn black, and melt my heart, as it tries to sing songs of reprise.
I hold it all
I feel it
We feel it