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At the edge of winter, open the window
of your heart, see your breath,
how what you bring up becomes
the air.
of your heart, see your breath,
how what you bring up becomes
the air.
When you're ready or pushed,
close your eyes and the other window
will appear,
the one that faces all of time.
What flies there never lands,
but hovers, dropping the seeds of
infinity in the breaks we can't heal.
So open the window of your pain,
though the whispers tell you
to nail it shut, and let in everything
that's ever lived.
close your eyes and the other window
will appear,
the one that faces all of time.
What flies there never lands,
but hovers, dropping the seeds of
infinity in the breaks we can't heal.
So open the window of your pain,
though the whispers tell you
to nail it shut, and let in everything
that's ever lived.
What flies and never lands
has been waiting.
Be brave.
Don't run.
Let the fire
around your window
burn until you become
the opening.
has been waiting.
Be brave.
Don't run.
Let the fire
around your window
burn until you become
the opening.
Mark Nepo
Excerpt from the poem: "Love Your Window"
From the book: Inside the Miracle
Excerpt from the poem: "Love Your Window"
From the book: Inside the Miracle
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