PURE
LUCK
(with Delycia at Kripalu)
like a little boy, or a bright
light,
or a bringer of the best news.
He looked like he could call you
a king or a queen,
and you would believe him.
The sunshine said he was the best
they’d seen, and the breezes
sang rather than spoke as they
passed him.
But he knew he was just lucky,
knew he somehow got lost in a land
of wonders.
He looked at his wife beside him,
she who shined the light that lit
his life,
she who seemed like luck itself
to him.
Written at Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health,
with Delycia for R+R
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