I will not die and unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling, or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days
to allow my living to open me
to make me less afraid, more accessible
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance
so that which came to me as seed
goes on to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
I said to myself,
I have things in my head
that are not like what anyone has taught me,
shapes and ideas so near to me,
so natural to my way of being and thinking
that it hasn’t occurred to me to put them down.
I decided to start anew,
to strip away what I had been taught
to fit in all the things I want to do…
I have to make time by dropping all the things
I don’t want to do.
Out there somewhere siting in the soil
are flowers from the seeds that you forgot you planted.
They found the light despite accidental neglect,
darkness and drought, and found their singleminded way out and up
from under earth because they wanted a birth.
They wanted to taste sun and sky
and the beauty of their own unfolding…
Life doesn’t know how not to live.