You don’t have “bad” days and “good” days.
You don’t sometimes feel brilliant and sometimes dumb.
There’s no studying, no scholarly thinking having to do with love. but there is a great deal of plotting, and secret touching,
and nights you can’t remember at all.
There is a light seed grain inside.
You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
I’m caught in this curling energy! Your hair!
Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.