amor fati

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

Little soul,

you have wandered

lost a long time.

The woods all dark now,

birded and eyed.

Then a light, a cabin, a fire, a door standing open.

The fairy tales warn you:

Do not go in,

you who would eat will be eaten.

You go in. You quicken.

You want to have feet.

You want to have eyes.

You want to have fears.

~ Jane Hirshfield

from Poetry (February 2017)

with thanks to Love is a Place