Read for Prayer Call on April 30th, see also "Ithaka"
Want the change. Be inspired by the flame.
Where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, leaves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.
What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
Is it safer to be gray and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.
Pour yourself like a fountain.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.
Every happiness is a child of separation
it did not think it could survive. And Daphne,
becomin a laurel,
dares you to become the wind.
Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
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