“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 comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.”
-Dawna Markova
There is infinity in our waking hearts. Draw me from the dream which traps my eyes. Enlighten the blissful slumber of my youth so I may sleep no more and yet while unsleeping remain young forever, and exceedingly wise from infinite observation and rendering. To loosen the heart until it alights as a torch and flies upon the wing of ultimate Desire, is to choose to risk our own significance. To dare to humble ourselves when we, above all, deserve the credit. To desire to let the Other be first. To remain last and to truly believe that last is never least.
Let us live as seeds and blossoms and fruit, in many harmonies, yet one in sound. Without the one, there is no other. Let seeds be seeds, and they will blossom, let blossoms be blossoms and soon they shall bear fruit. For though the tree has lost its leaves, its fruit will return in season. Do not lose hope, my beloved. Rain will come again.
Monday, January 10, 2011
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