What is it
\nthat makes me save coins,
\nletters, repeating dreams, old hatreds?
\nWhy does the cup remain full
\nand not empty itself?
\nI need to empty my suit, my shirt.
\nI need to open spaces in my soul,
\nempty my heart\u2019s chambers.
\nI need not to collect and save,
\nbut create a force from emptiness,
\ninvite light into my darkness.<\/p>\n
Tell eyes,
\nfill me with yourself.
\nTell me how your life
\nteaches you to see.
\nI want all strangers\u2019 eyes
\nto flood me with their secret knowledge,
\nso my rooms can be opened,
\nthe shutters pushed aside,
\nall the old, used, hoarded things
\nmoved out,
\nso I can change, grow.<\/p>\n
I have given all the blood I have,
\nall the love, hope,
\nand now I have only words.
\nAnd I\u2019m trying to give them away,
\nciting my conclusions, memories,
\nsorrows, streets and tables,
\nhands.
\nEverything that describes itself,
\nthat lodged motionless on my tongue,
\nmemoirs, poetry, humming,
\nso I can grow again.
\nBe formed differently,
\nand come back to all the dear things
\nthat left their shadows on the walls.
\nAnd ask forgiveness
\nfor any anguish I caused,
\nand love them again,
\nas if brand new.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What is it that makes me save coins, letters, repeating dreams, old hatreds? Why does the cup remain full and not empty itself? I need…<\/p>\n