Something small that lead to positive change is every single baby who ever did something worthwhile in their lives…
Like, I don’t know, learning to walk, or laughing with joy
Or holding their head up and keeping their food down.
Something small that lead to positive change is every molecule that ever mattered or became matter
Like the building blocks of life, nearly invisible, mostly empty space,
And yet somehow they create everything,
they are everything
Something small that lead to positive change is every single lone voice that spoke up about something just because they knew they had to
Like Rosa Parks, creating sparks
Or Martin L. King with his big big dream
Or that single girl that stood her ground and stopped a tank in its tracks
Something small that lead to positive change is every single breath I take
Because they never fail me, they just exhale me
And with the grace of air, living surrounded by exactly what I need to survive
I actually can thrive
Something small that lead to positive change is every spider that ate a mosquito carrying malaria
Or every hand that rubbed the back of somebody with hysteria
Every calming word, especially those teeny tiny one syllable words
Like, I don’t know, love, joy, peace, fuck, try, yes, no, hi, be, and give.
Or every single small tear ever cried, or every time I little white lied
when I thought I was embodying love even if it was a mistake
Because my small mistakes create the ocean waves that somehow, miraculously, graciously, unconditionally, can end up smoothing the rough edges of somebody else’s suffering,
Like sea glass made from a drunk man’s trash.
Something small that lead to positive change is the minute before this one, and the second that comes after, because
Every second I use to put my fulfillment first is a teeny tiny moment I can let my heart burst
And shed of all of culture’s restrictions
And drop all of my dogma and benedictions
And I find myself waiting there in every minuscule moment
The small things add up to big things and I don’t know how it happens
Or why it happens
But I know it’s orchestrated by a pervading conscious benevolent love that is made of oxygen and time and everything we see in this huge expansive wide world
And that knowing, that revelation, for me, is truly no small thing at all.
