Tagged: wisdom

because there is no

because there is no
end to a mother’s wisdom, we
can’t help but lean in


own up to the

own up to the
privileges you have
and all the ones they
think you have, my
mother told me. no
one wants to believe
any differently,
prolong the magic

by the water’s edge,

by the water’s edge,
holding it in is still more
noble than letting
it out. you show
me this by way of
example, the centuries
of men and women –
fathers and mothers,
daughters and sons
friends and lovers –
who by day held
their struggles
humming within
the palms of their
hands and by night
plunged them into
waters as deep as their
breaths, coming up
for air, whispering
only into the gaps
between the stories
that were meant
to be told, passed on

we remain eight-tenths

only when the hand

only when the hand
lets go of one thing can it
pick up another –

in the same way, when the heart
can let go, wisdom can grow

on occasion, practice

deliberate judgment