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HOW CAN OUR SOULS NOT GO by Cricket Baker


HOW CAN OUR SOULS NOT GO
 by Cricket Baker

So woozy with a crush of gravity
is this planet
that it’s not enough
to embark upon a year-long
courtship we call orbit;
Our earth TWIRLS
at drunken speed, too lovelorn
to care about sobriety
in its attraction to a star.

And our sun takes notice,
how can it not?
Earth breathes
sweet leafy breath to
clothe itself in bridal clouds,
Reflects the sun’s shine
with its expanse of ocean to say
You’re beautiful like this,
and, in unfathomable
vulnerability,
Offers up all its stories
with lifetimes of human
beings.

With existential mystery like this
happening—
actually happening
how can our souls not go

WOOZY

WITH

LOVE?

(First published May 21, 2019 at cricketbaker.com)

Cricket Baker is a novelist and blogger who writes on distinguishing between the Real You and the Pretend You. After decades of love for psychology and what she calls her ‘little awakenings,’ Cricket chooses reality over any belief and easily loses herself in wonder over the existence of anything at all. She’s figured out that fierce honesty can tip a human being into awakening, and that the crucible of Hard Things to Take offers dramatic evolutionary potential. Most days, Cricket sneaks away to Purpleton Village, the setting of her next mystery novel in which she plays with murder, divine madness, and spiritual realization at a secluded literary college in the mountains. Please connect with Cricket via her website here, and subscribe to her blog for inspiration and guidance in discovering the Real You. You may also find her on Facebook

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