☀️ The Daily Boost #784

☀️ You're already good

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THE STORY OF MY LIFE IN FIRE AND WAX
Tina Lear

The flame has no agenda. Not at all.
She just hangs on to the wick 
with her feet and heats 
the softening wax 
that feeds her.

The wax 
has no agenda 
either. She raises her 
melting wings to the dark, 
and weeps herself into the tableau
of past deeds and choices around her.

When I’m sane, I try to be good, 
to secure my feet near the wick,
to stand up straight in the center
and shed light in the darkness.

When I’m whole, I remember that I’m already good.

That my wings fuel the flame, and die by it, and 
the heat shows the way, and the darkness
pockets it, and no one is the wiser. 
The mess all around me is my 
sacred, fragile, selfish, 
generous, damage-
doing, precious
short, short

life.

(My thanks to Tina Lear.)

The Gentle Nudge

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