Incarnation

Poem by Davna Markova

I will not die an unlived life,
I will not go in fear
Of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
To allow my living to open to me,
To make me less afraid,
More accessible,
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance:
To live.
So that which came to me as a seed,
Goes to the next as blossom,
And that which came to me as blossom,
Goes on as fruit.

Davna Markova