I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Saturday, March 12, 2005

You say you're still a mystery
But no not really...not to me
Yeah somebody knows you now

It's early...I'm not quite coherent yet, but this song was stuck in my head.

posted by Kate at 9:01 AM

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