Day 295: To Be Stirred

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i could not decide what i wanted to be

when i grew up,

if i grew up,

 

and so i asked

a very wise woman

who loved me:

 

what should i be?

 

she said,

 

“you are to be all things for good

and not one thing in perfection.

life is not a sport of exclusion.

make room.

let go.

be in the pot

that you may be stirred

with all else

that surrounds you.”

 

i unfastened the leather strap

from her slippers

to see her feet

and make sure she was real.

 

then i poured what little oil i had

over them

in thanksgiving.

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