In a tree trunk
In hunger for a pizza
In eating the pizza
In a step
In drinking a glass of water
In our eyes
In movement
In a moment
In a thought
In each heart
In ever-softening fabric
In buildings
In making mistakes
While being loved

Spreading outside of our outlines
Into the world
Where actual failure is not frequent
Since every action nourishes some living parts


Of friends
Of cohorts
Of teachers, students
A wider family

Of judgements, our own
And letting go of

Flower fields, wide
Darker sections at night

Letting go of prejudice
Not cutting our legs off

This journey
Designed to cut innocence short
And to live lovingly
Whatever the odds