It's not a competition, it's a doorway.

I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.