May you die many times

May you die many times on this day.
May you practice release
from the clutch of the past.
May the old you die,
and give way to the new.

May you emerge from your hole in the ground.
May you brush off the soil
you buried yourself with
and take tentative steps
on the earth.

May you come to the end of the line.
May you come off the rails
you’ve kept yourself on.
May you wander the land
in delight.

May your weak heart stop beating at last.
May it fail from the stress
of opening to love.
May your new heart
be enormous and strong.

May your rigid fingers be prised
from their grip on the cliff of your life.
May your incipient wings
unfold from your back
and spiral you lightly to earth.

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