My gut echoes,
firm, resounding.
It marks the perimeter
and digs down a flag into the earth.
Puts it’s foot down
and screams into my valley.
I feel it in the wind,
as I hear my veins sing.
It reverberates through me,
till it reaches everywhere.
It puts meaning into
every vain action
into every strange occurrence
and every foggy lesson
that this gracious year
brought into being.
My gut echoes,
and old flimsy doubts
rattle and shake and
break from the impact.
“You know what to do,”
I hear back.
And slowly I go
from looking to seeing.

By Richa Bhagwat