A Poem for 2012
Make a list of things you love:A friend’s gorgeous hair,
Your own soul on fire.
Let them reach in and lift
The pressing weariness of this world-
Releasing the false belief that
the tender infant that your life is
was ever meant to be a burden-
In this coming new year,
Open the tiny buds-
Watch them transfer their fragrant joy.
Brush one beautiful strand after another, and repeat:
Freedom is the open mouth of my life
and is everywhere shouting for more.
Like a moth, step into the fire of your own light
Waiting to burst into ancient and holy flames.
Like a prayer, ready to leave this world
More beautiful than when we came into it.
-Tracey
December 31st, 2011
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