This is how you stay alive.
You think of Thich Nhat Hanh’s words:
“Just let go my dear” needled in black ink on your forearm.
you think of the millions of cells fighting on your behalf,
how dare you tear apart the work of the universe, it’s beauty is a miracle
you love and you wait
cultivate waiting, time and beauty
you were right
all we have is now.
all we need is love
all i want is you