beaming radiant blue

Goodness lives here —

I feel it tickling my chest,

I feel it asking me to slow down,

to rest.

Goodness lives here —

in that pink-purple hue of a clover blossom

and the way I can’t help but say “Awesome”

as I look to the sky,

and see clouds passing by,

beaming radiant blue,

all around me,

all around you.

Goodness lives here —

in that sweet-savoury flavour of integrity

that we are cooking up,

fill my cup.

Look me in the eyes

as we cheers, “yup”

we’ve both got years and years

of hat boxes, handbags and suitcases

oh the baggage

that we’re holding

only beholdin

through the clear mirror

of this dance that we are groovin to,

feeling through —

tenderness of a friendship that is true.

Shall we ditch it?

or just breathe within it

and take the space freely

to open up these arms again and feel the breeze of sovereignty

lifting you

lifting me.

We are safe here.

Though, of course,

yes, there’s fear.

As we fly higher

ignited by one another’s fire

Yes, Goodness lives here

and someday soon again we’ll draw near.

Thank you for being a teacher, my dear.