I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
Of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me,
To make me less afraid,
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes wing,
A torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
To live so that which came to me as
Seed – goes to the next as blossom,
And that which came to me as
Blossom, goes on as fruit.
– by Dawna Markova