#rosump

by Lucille Clifton

i am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that i catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what i said to myself about myself when i was sixteen and twentysix and thirtysix even thirtysix but i am running into a new year and i beg what i love and i leave to forgive me

by Hafiz

We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves hostage from love.

Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings, Run like hell, my dear, From anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart.

We have a duty to befriend Those aspects of obedience of our house And shout to our reason "Oh please, oh please come out and play."