You are the apple of my eye
I saw you first in the moon’s hollow sigh
Yodelling aromatically on your bike
Smoother than the speed of light
A babbling brook who overtook
Summer on the way to Hythe
Motormouth of the south
Heading west
In jest
I guess

The cold Fall
Above all
You shook off the leaves
The maple was your staple
Achievement
Melting the magma
Of my heart

Envy moved out
Of doubt
And in with the win
Who sanded their edges
To give hope again
Ad libitum

A light tintinnabula
Walked along behind us
Scruffy and just
Announcing our lust
Like a trail of dust
Yes, we must
Go to the moon again soon

130 yards
In an easterly curve
Keep sea on your left
Until the mint green door
Fall into a slightly southern swerve
Follow the smell of freshly baked scones

Part fall
Part flight
Bold and blessed
Hold your breath

A bestowment
Clear moment
For now
Suited up

Knave of cups
Upright
Taking a bow
Ciao

Get More Gabby March Meditation by Gabby Bernstein (found via gabbybernstein.com/thanks-for-signing-up-how-to-choose-happiness/)

I am here
As an artist
I have my ID card
It’s official

Twentyfive years
Have passed
Since I first walked through these doors
In awe

My poster rolled up
In my sweaty palms
Guarding it in the cafe
Like a winning scratchcard

I arrive in the Exchange
An hour before opening
I didn’t want to be late
To the Tate

A lot of effort
For not much pay off
At least that’s how it feels
When it goes wrong
And there are many ways it can go wrong

You add the heat
And wait
Some pop early
But they often burn while the others get ready
These disappoint
Because rescuing them is possible but risky

Then the majority bounce awake
And you wonder
If they can be contained
Will they escape?
Is the pressure too much?
You know you shouldn’t reduce the heat
But the growth looks alarming

You want to regain control
But calm is tasteless

Nevertheless, calm arrives
And the ones left behind
Stay there