My Place in All of This

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Breathing in,
opening my arms wide,
looking up,
receiving from life.
Breathing out,
my hands meet in front of me,
palms up
giving to life.
Smiling as I breathe,
remembering
that life is never stuck,
this movement in me
mirroring the movement
of the waves, the planets,
the stars,
the ancestors,
remembering that I have my place
in all of this.

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