Ray’s Rays Number 14: Get Dirty as Fuck, By Radiance Angelina Petro

Ray’s Rays Number 14

Get Dirty as Fuck

By

Radiance Angelina Petro

 

 

 

 

I live in a state where Springtime is pretty damn amazing.

All my trips around the sun thus far haven’t diminished

the wonder I feel/sense/know whenever I witness

Spring’s magic. All that tiresome stuff written

about how Springtime is a time of new beginnings,

awakenings, rebirths, and all manner of blossoming–

is true. Sure, the seasons change. It doesn’t stay

Springtime all year (at least not in Pennsylvania),

yet that doesn’t mean one can’t revel in the beauty

of seeds muscling their way through dark soil and bones

and rocks, to open their palms to the everywhere sky,

of the sound of Spring Peepers, of bees shaking off their sleep

and lifting into the breeze, of trees budding leaves

and birds suddenly appearing—seemingly out of nowhere,

and the frozen creeks coming alive again, and the flowers–

the wondrous, magical flowers. And the mud! The glorious,

mud—the delightful mud! If, in this moment—the one

in which you’re reading this right now—you’re having a spell

of not liking yourself in anyway—perhaps try and imagine

you are a breath of the cosmos, and that you are a becoming

that is the very heart of Spring. Imagine you can start again

and again, and that the open, everywhere sky is there for/with you.

Perhaps go outside and play in the mud—get dirty as fuck.

Perhaps breathe in the beauty of a flower with your whole body.

Perhaps, even for a moment, remember you are sacred–

sacred as the night, as the moon, as the spirits in the dark,

as the sun, and the ground, and the stars. Feel ugly if you do,

but you and I both know, the truth beneath that feeling

is that it’s a lie. The real truth is that you are a divine breath of the universe.

You are the ever-Spring of hope and beauty. You are worthy, enough,

and beautiful as fuck. That’s the eternal truth.

Ask the flower, it will whisper back the truth.

Splash in the mud, and it will cheer it back to you.

 

 

 

 

 

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