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By: Dawna Markova

May I, may you, may we
not die unlived lives.
May none of us live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
May we choose to inhabit our
days,
to allow our living to open us,
to make us less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen our hearts
until they become wings,
torches, promises.

May each of us choose to risk our
significance;
to live so that which comes to us
as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which comes to us as
blossom,
goes on as fruit.