Wednesday, November 12, 2008

in pursuit of the small ambition, this one thing that longs to be desired and loved and given breath, i become aware of the blessing that comes from smallness.
the awareness displaces the doubts and anxieties.
all i have to do is draw one long breath. inhale and exhale.

last night one of those recurring apocalyptic dreams visited me again.
the water is rising. i can fly and rise or i can let it wash over me.
either way i am safe because a child is holding my hand.

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