Monday, February 4th, 2008
There is a center to the room–find it and stand. Remove one step from graces, be now to the side. the shoulders turn commas to clouds. There is heaviness to the empty, a breath of DaVinci in wrist stirring. Be what you are. And if not then find out what that is. Find it and be glad, be humble to how we treat and trust self when doors give clicks, when solitude tucks in like teeth. The mess is familiar, and it is one. Decide like there is no other. Say the choices out loud. Put your voice around it. Learn to be a little sweeter to the mirror. What is not lost is right here.
