Here’s the thing: starlight, case study,
glimmer, frog—it’s all the same
and not—differentiated and yet one—
one giant bolt of cloth furled out of heaven’s gate
but the pattern so varied as to be
unrecognizable at times, until
you see certain fractals repeated
in galaxy swirl, sea shell, wave formation,
inner ear—how strange
and miraculous—and what are we
to make of it, carrying our briefcases,
stuttering on stairwells, confused and
full of longing, frustrated, indifferent,
afraid. Let’s face it, we are afraid
of one thing or another—even you who claim
you aren’t, will happily jump from the sun-
studded cliff with a gleaming sail,
will you tell your mother why
you are still angry? Will you let go completely
in another’s arms? Will you tell an audience
your deepest wants? You too
are afraid.
So then, if fear is the condition
and love the antidote,
let’s get on with it, shall we?
Stop beating ourselves up for our anger,
fear, limitation, inadequacy—they aren’t
going away—and start
dancing and chanting under the stars, touching
ourselves with tenderness.
Let’s start now.
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