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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Jumping Place
I am scared, shadow.
Petrified.
A yolk leaking slowly from the shell.
When I reach the jumping-place I must hold my own hand.
Whisper encouragement, friend,
And I shall glow to bursting, and scatter in tiny, simple showers.
Oh, to be young, and vital, and free, and forgetful, some may say,
Though I cannot see that the world is an oyster,
I cannot see the world.
Such an age to not understand,
So old I have reached, so little I have learned.
My courage has not met me yet,
And my voice has not been born.
Show me,
Tell me,
Take me.
I am afraid, but I am crumpled,
And willing to take my love in my hands,
Willing to take and to give.
These gentle smiles I understand,
These frightening eyes, these things I do not realize.
Let me be,
Do not forsake me.
Stay your judgment for awhile, stay awhile, wait awhile.
You will see, I will show you,
A young cub will grow into a jaguar.
Yes, stranger. I am a jaguar in and out.
I retract my claws and widen my eyes to you.
Breathe deep and put out your hand.
If you care to, you will find something different than you've ever found before.
I am alive and awake and ever-watchful.
I am life.
I am.
Watch me.
I may be simple to you, but I am a burning simplicity.
I am silent thunder, I am waves and shadows and gentle okay.
I believe I have surprised you.
I am surprised, too. |
Posted: 11:14 PM, Thursday, February 24, 2005 |
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