October 15 2011 - 17th and Collins
If we ever get the notion that every star is illuminated by our pulling of Its strings and every bud Is unraveled by our tugging of its petals and every wave is formed by the breath in our lungs then we’d slowly bend and break by the weight we’ve built on the edge of our tiny shoulders. It’s all for us, not because of us. I know we want clarity. I know we spend our nights digging for signs in the piles of crumbled up pages and I know we sit still to wait for the breeze in the room. I know. I know we try and we push and we pull and we bite our lips while we hope and we hope and we move things around and we try to hedge it all in to form a straight path. I know how hard we work to make things go our way. I know. But we ought to let go. Right now. Today. Realize that everything true and pure and beautiful isn’t formed by our striving and our stubbornness. None of it is formed by our slippery hands. Everything good and everything genuine just happens. Let it just happen. Let it catch you like the first cool morning in winter. It arrived when you arrived. Let it cover you like a rainy day. Take a deep breath and just let it come, because everything comes.
