The East comes to lighten your load,
to cleanse the spent and discarded.
Like a feather on the wind, like a prayer on the breath, you welcome possibility and ease, the spaciousness of the sky.
You let the almost-spring first fresh air wash over you.
You make space and make way for inspiration to flow.
You pull back the curtains and shake out the dust, opening the windows of your soul--
to new air to breathe, new ways to be, new stories to tell yourself about how life goes.