life is a never ending project with ever-expanding scope
always a scuff mark here, peeling paint there
socks that need folding, a too-old sofa set
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we can’t ever really start from scratch
we stand on the shoulders of everyone who came before,
always indebted, but never able to fully pay
always moving forward, but never fully in control
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there is something interesting and maddening and liberating about planning for something, then relinquishing nearly all control when it comes time for execution
it’s hard
but it’s an art we should probably be thankful to be learning
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how rich are our lives going to be, an unfinished project, being articulated as we build over and under each other
it’s okay with me if someone else brings their supplies and joins up wherever, in the middle
infuse the henna of my hands with faith
and tell me your story through all the people who create their beautiful artwork around me
and show me your signs through the delicate designs and vibrant colours,
none of which make any sense on their own but together come around in the most beautiful way!
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Said she, applying the cool paste onto my palms with careful symmetry: this is something I can meditate on.
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I can’t believe how entwined this transition is becoming with the life I hoped you would provide for me
Please, give me the strength to be strong,
to see the truck you have provided to carry my load, whatever it be
I am on the brink of becoming something more,
a butterfly set to emerge from this bridal cocoon.