Give Us This Day, Our Daily Death

My practice is one of dying daily.

I want this to soften me. To crack the facade and break me open so love pours in and out and all over me like honey from the sun. I want to turn this experience into poetry that tears open the night sky and commands the stars to pour in.

Stop asking: am I loved?

Ask only: am I loving?

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