life: acoustic & amplified

being alive

What is this hand in me, hanging on,
grabbing for what I do not need?
The clinging hand, white knuckled, fretting,

leads me and gets stuck in narrow places.
Grasping, be done. That yearning,

die in me. That whole hand, cut it off. Let it go.
The hand to possess, the foot to be elsewhere,

the eye to colonize, let them go. I am already myself.
Away with longing forever to be otherwise.

Better to enter life—yes, come in, come all the way in—
than stay in the grave the hand holds tight,

the unquenchable fire of always needing more.
Bend my wanting of trinkets, God. Give me thirst

for what is poured into me.
Unable to add to my infinite life,

I will only be this, alive.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light