The hollow place in your heart
Is full of mystery.
Tell it to sing to you.
Open it up
Like a womb or a gift
Receive what lives in there.
It is time.
If you are scared
Or the pain creeps up
Do it anyway.
You will never forget
Why you could not get out your gun
So stop trying
And come back to yourself.
The mood will never be right
For perfection
Or honest love.
Love messily
Perfection needs to die
So that humanity
May live.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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