"I am large. I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Friday, April 07, 2006

Favorite poem

This one's from Dawna Markova. I have this on my bedside table. It's a tall order, but really, is there any other kind of life we should try to aim for?

I will not die an 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;
To live 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.

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