What you resist persists,
what you accept dissolves
What you run from chases
what you remain with blesses
What you break into whimpers,
what you bridge with welcomes
What you shut down rises,
what you open up rejuvenates
What you resent lingers,
what you love integrates
What you repress distresses,
what you allow regenerates
what you mourn disintegrates
What you cling to weighs,
what you share returns
What you see obscures,
what you observe endures
What you sleep upon dreams,
what you live into awakens
What you think this poem means may
provide you less nourishment
than listening to the way
your heart throbs.
For who is to say
what is
to happen
when you run
the way your marrow flows?
If we follow the ribbons of the infinite,
in that unknotting we may find nothing to know
but everything already forever within
As the master's tool will never dismantle the master's house.
What would it mean to renovate our homes with the wilderness deep within our souls?
Our forlorn pleas of singing songs, knowing a thousand dances, being the poems of dreams,
having the ability to live as, revere, and express all those contours
of identities, feelings, sensations,
all that lives on the wild edge of our sorrows and joys
On the precipice of catastrophe what would it mean
divinely dive into belonging of a beloved community?
And how we can live out this primordial prophecy
without expecting an answer?