Heart and Grit
On this day, tomorrow weighs less than yesterday.
My brain is on fire with the thrill.
But I’ve worn holes in my dress and the tempo is making me dizzy.
No illusions left to bolster your defiance.
You are dead to yourself.
On the lip of despair, you cry out loud, Not This, No More!
We humans may notice how little we notice — when not soaked in the drama of extremity
Passion, drenched in the innocence of naked Beingness