Imagine you are nothing but light;
the heavy matter of your body’s
time here has lifted, and gone.
Your stories, which cement you
to yourself, without the bones
and blood, the cells and caves
of your joints that harbour them,
still hover close, as memories do,
but they can no longer prevent you
from altering the course of your life.
Fill yourself in, with the agility
of your mind, the strength of your heart.
Mold yourself softly; you are clay,
capable of any shape and colour.
Find all the sinuous shapes that stun
your senses and let you breathe.
Fill every part of you with the seeds
of your desired tomorrows.
See everything. Know your options.
Let the words you read be the ones
that fly on the wings of angels
so they can roam into every lit place,
inside you, and light the places of darkness.
Choose sounds that makes you sing
and people who raise you to rapture,
and filter, always, for your own happiness.
Make friends with every feeling,
so you know which ones to feed,
and which to send on their journey home.
Allow yourself to be that precise,
illuminated moment in time and space
that shines alone, but never alone,
and makes the light that lights the world.
– Tammy Takahashi