(photo credit: Katie Day Weisberger)
And I got to write a poem for my beloved Ming and Kate.
First, contemplate the Great Eastern Sun.
Then establish the palace of touch.
With delight, unbind the yes of that sweetness again and again,
And may that delight produce future warriors.
Then establish the palace of go.
Mercilessly, with the yes of sadness and the yes of daring,
Holding the other’s gaze,
And begin again.
Within that, arrange the throne of the Queen.
The Queen who says yes to yes.
Yes to no.
Yes to more.
Yes to less.
Yes to irritation.
Yes to forgetting what yes even means.
Yes to touch and
Yes to go.
Yes to this day on which the joy of yes anoints all the yeses to come.
So say we all:
And for you: