What stops you from spending your soul?
What holds you back from loving this world?
Your finite form
Is but a momentary entrustment
An unbidden amen
An unreasonable fire
From the epic willingness of life to keep being itself
Despite your right to loneliness.
Don’t hold back
Don’t keep the pantry stocked or your regalia hung in the closet
Don’t stifle your song or sabotage your ecstatic self
Don’t quell the waters of grief before they lap upon the shore.
There ain’t no tomorrow
Unless you’re willing to spend it all today.
Her soft eyes are waiting.