Letting blood


When you give up

asking for direction

rely instead on

guts reflection

letting blood

may leach strength

we give too much away

in hesitation

though long known truths

hang like skinned souls

making music

often I would like to ask

for a map

or braille

to guide me

where I fear to tread

fingers first, feel the weft

for the path is narrow

and lonely when

you reach highest point

over the world see

patterns becoming outcome

like rain nourishes earth into harvest

sun urges life to flourish

we who are willing

can know the answer to ourselves

stop still and feel within

the mystery of

foresight bidding

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