Do not let your wild horses keep you
from continuing to do whatever it
is you love.
If you can find nothing you love to do
then love the undiscovered.
If the undiscovered only makes you angry
because you do not know what it is,
love the anger.
If the anger scares you
love your fear.
If fear makes you tremble and prance about
stampedes into your lungs and throat
threatens to crush every bone in your body,
love the trembling and prancing
the stampeding and snorting
the breathless desire to be seen
and discovered, to feel flesh upon flesh
to be reined in with love
to move as one.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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so glad I got to hear you read this. soothing.
ReplyDeletethanks, Greg. And for finding my poetry blog. Helps the shy parts realize there are others who do like being seen. Thanks, too, for helping me to see that..
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