Dawna Markova

I choose to inhabit my days,

To allow my living to open me,

To make me less afraid,

More accessible,

To loosen my heart

Until it becomes a wing,

A torch,a promise.

I choose to risk my significance;

To live

So that which comes to me as seed

Goes to the next as blossom

And that which came

To me as blossom,

Goes on as fruit.