Practicing With Insecurity

 

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I continually find myself in the ruins

of new beginnings,

uncoiling the rope of my life

to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses,

tying my heart into a knot round a tree or boulder,

to insure I have something that will hold me, that will not let

me fall”.

….excerpted from A Daily Joy To Be Alive, a poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca