Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Monday, November 20, 2006

Today's Meditation

And as I lie on the bed breathing deep a cold fire comes from my chest, glinting outward like so many needles or knives. And this is it, I think, this is what I cannot talk about. And this is the transition between living for what others think of me to living for what I think of myself. And these needles and knives are the years of hurt and sorrow deflected aside as nothing much, no big deal, and the heart quickens and knows that it is right.


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