I saw this on the Grace Intoxicated blog--I love this poem...I need it right now, feeling a little covered in mud.
Don’t give your life away to sorrow
to watch its flames take everything into
to watch the smoke
of your dreams spell out the language
of longing and loss, to hang heavy in your clothes
and on your hair forever.
When you arrive at this place
and find yourself covered in the mud
in this thickness you walk through
get down on your knees,
prayer on your breath
dirt on your lips ~ and like the lotus flower
submerged in swamp, raise laughing
and red, bright as Jupiter pulling her many moons in a tidal dance