Thursday, June 2, 2011

When I Don't Know

what to write,
what to do,
what to live,
what to breathe,
what to say,
what to love,
what to let go,
what to sing,
what to grow.

I ask.

And then I make myself present
to a lonely, holy house
as I beat down the fire
inside burning
to simply take it
all without permission.

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