I thought
That in living destiny
I had to dance under the sun of a magnifying glass in summer.
Not so.
As it turns out,
Destiny finds us
Among stars and deserts,
Even inside a wind-weathered cave.
The way to greet her
Is with a "Hello, nice to see you again."
Hold her hand
Let her hold you
She will walk beside you
Like a friend giving flowers along a road.
Be together a while.
Do not do any data analysis
Your fingers will get tired
Your hair will fall out.
The first thing to do when you meet destiny
Is to sing.
Because you know the true flower
Is rooted in dirt.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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