“Bring May flowers,”
I said to the hurricane.
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Bowed to its master
And yielded the pulpit:
The one who made it feel safe to be growing
On the spot, do it live, come as you are, we are
We are all in transition
If we can allow it
If we allow it
That dance studio has a thousand-foot ceiling
And everywhere is possibility
Beauty is in the texture.
Beauty is in the nooks and crannies, the irregularities.
Perfection has never made me fall in love.
Some people don’t make it.
Some people don’t make it through this part.
You cannot save them
But you can easily drown
Trying.
Folks who don’t have space for you
Don’t have space for you.
Don’t ask for it nor expect it.
They don’t have it. Keep dancing.
Move, move, do not get stuck do not linger Go
Go, and quickly.
Lest ye get mired in the
Quicksand of
Two is safer than one, right?
I will be safe here? No.
No
This does not come in a toothpaste tube and all you gotta do is roll up and squeeze from the end
It’s not always like anything.
It’s not always like anything!
Uncharted territory is everywhere, beloved, and we must remain in motion
Alert
Diving into uncharted waters
With our eyes open and scalded by the sea
Yes
Remain awake
Find out everything you can.
It is worthy to
Light your lamp forge your path seek what calls out to you
Bring your whole self to that place
(Tie a string to the trees in between—
If you can—
But understand that that is less important than this pursuit.)
I blessed you with those voices.
Yes, the ones you hear now.
I delight most in watching you find out why.
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