Suffer a river of consequences,
surreal, accidental; deal with the pain
as it comes — let it go.

Endure your heart’s bane — the depth
of its color, the breadth of its
wounds — then let it go.

Allow the very nature of things
to be themselves, to damage you,
to replace your silence; let it go, then.

In your being, in your body,
within your piece on the puzzle board
you have set a world alight.

By the light of your world look
at this one, at all its imperfection
and loveliness. Then let it go,

as if it was ever yours
to have and hold.
Let it go. Let yourself go:

this world you can see
is your unique place, your
heart’s muscle beating

only for its own survival.
Everything else is not yours.
Say it and make it true.

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onward,
T