I trust in my greed, delusion, and daring,
my creating, crooning, and moaning.
I trust in my confusion,
my not knowing which way to turn
taking me again and again in its dizzy hands.
I trust in my small mind
to keep churning up memories and fantasies
and orgies of ideas.
I trust in the knot in my throat
to tie itself up, untie itself
countless more times.
I trust I will give away what authority I have,
and then take it back, and then give it away,
and then take it back.
I trust in my sense of humor.
I trust the ground of my being
will come to me as knowing, seeing and hearing,
listening and loving, living and dying.
I trust in the spoon and fork and knife
to take care of me in their suchness.
I trust I will enjoy all this,
be annoyed by all this.
Thanks to Darlene Cohen for helping me build this trust.
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