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<\/a><\/p>\nI do not want to be reborn
\nOr renewed, restored or reenvisioned.
\nI do not want re-anything. The before
\nIs filled with darkness and sorrow,
\nLearned fears and sickness.
\nThere is no before to return to.
\nMy birth is still happening
\nAnd for the rest of my life I will be being born.
\nWhen I reach death\u2019s door,
\nI will still be being born.
\nLet my death, my spring, my resurrection
\nBe an undoing, an unfolding, an unburdening,
\nA blessed untangling, a sacred unveiling,
\nA gradual unloosening,
\nA gentle unhusking,
\nA tender unlacing,
\nA slow unraveling;
\nAn unceasing, uncensored, unrestrainable joy;
\nLet my thoughts be unconfused and uncritical;
\nLet my wants be unclouded
\nAnd my needs unarguable;
\nLet my light be unshaded and my feet unshackled;
\nLet me be unharmed, untasted, unleashed, and unstoppable;
\nLet me be unbroken and untwisted,
\nMy tensions uncoiled and my body uncorruptible;
\nLet union with the Beloved be uncoerced;
\nLet the unbuttoning and unbuckling of my soul\u2014
\nThe unclothing and unwrapping of my desires\u2014
\nLet them be unconditionally accepted
\nAnd unequivocally wonderful;
\nLet our timelessness together be uncompetitive and real;
\nLet the passion be unabridged, and the shame
\nUnlearned, and the moments of bliss unhurried,
\nAnd the union unbreakable.
\nLet my soul be unchained
\nAnd my heart unlocked;
\nLet my spirit be unshuttered,
\nAnd the fence around my garden of words be unlatched;
\nLet the trap door of my compulsions be unhinged
\nAnd unnecessary;
\nLet the way forward be unthreatened;
\nLet my playfulness be unbridled,
\nUncivilized, uncalibrated, unjudged;
\nLet my laughter be uncensored;
\nLet my hands be uncuffed;
\nLet my soul be uncrumbled;
\nLet the reasons for my being worthy
\nAnd beautiful be undebatable,
\nUndeniable, unbelievably obvious and clear to me.
\nLet my meditation be undisturbed;
\nLet my fists be unclenched and my heart
\nUndivided, and my thinking undistorted,
\nAnd my voice unedited;
\nLet my brow be unfurrowed and my stomach unknitted,
\nLet my wildness be undomesticated and unlabeled,
\nUntamed and unfeared;
\nLet the possibilities for usefulness and service
\nBe undreamed of,
\nLet my conversations, once and for all, be undramatic;
\nLet my death be an undying of everything
\nThat died, let my soul be untethered,
\nUnencumbered, unfaded and unfallen.
\nLet there be space and time
\nTo unfeel and unform,
\nTo become uninhibited, unfurled, unjaded;
\nLet the warmth of breathing together
\nBe the unfreezing of years of winter;
\nLet being myself be unfamiliar, unfettered, unforced,
\nAnd unforgettable;
\nLet my sleep be uninterrupted,
\nAnd my creativity be unbound
\nAnd unlimited by what anyone says or does;
\nLet death be an unloosening,
\nA holy unmaking, a joyful unmasking;
\nLet my cries by unmuffled,
\nAnd my faith unmovable,
\nLet my rage be unmuzzeled,
\nAnd fears be unneeded;
\nLet my hours be unnumbered,
\nAnd my memories unrepressed and unoccupied with ghosts,
\nLet my dreams of success be unopposed,
\nAnd my poetry unorthodox, unprofessional, and shared;
\nLet my roots be unrooted,
\nAnd the Beloved\u2019s love be unsearchable because it will be
\nUnavoidable, unending, and completely undressed, unserious,
\nAnd unseparated from me;
\nLet my purpose be unshakable and my sword unsheathed;
\nMay my cities of wonder be unshelled and unobliterated;
\nMay my wheels be unstuck and the road unspoiled;
\nLet me be unsliced, unsoiled
\nAnd the fabric of my pain unsewn
\nAnd unstitched;
\nLet my unspoken desires be sung and uninhibited;
\nLet any unsteadiness be steadied with unshakable confidence;
\nLet my innocence be untainted, untarnished, and unstolen;
\nLet my need to control be untethered and unmoored;
\nLet my self-hatred be unthroned,
\nAnd my soul be untrodden;
\nLet me finally be unwound,
\nUnwoven and unafraid;
\nA gift of an old life unlived–
\nLived now and shared
\nIn the land of unending acceptance
\nOf myself.
\nLet this be my undoing.
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