Spill

 

Just ripen,

burst open like

a pomegranate,

and let all

the opposites

spill out.

They are your seeds.

Don’t mind the
splitting, opening,
darkening sweetness
of the bruise.
The juice is more
essential than
the shape.

You include
everything, the sour
and the ripe,

the bloody and

the radiant.

Don't you know

that every breath

is full of grace

because it is

choiceless?

 

 

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