Courage To Make Mistakes

I ask for courage.

To make more mistakes.

To consider each one a gateway to bolder dreams.

Not to be deterred from another experiment when I am chastened by the foundering of my effort,

But to wed my comfort to the discomfort of failure.

To explore a little ego-crushing danger.

To be a beginner,

Always a beginner,

Absorbing,

Assimilating,

Learning,

And unlearning even more.

I ask for courage.

To abandon my attachment to outcome.

To push the edges of my expression.

To fear less the loom of judgment.

To take risks.

To go too far,

Sometimes.

To clear my creative skies from the shroud of perfection,

For it hangs upon tomorrow and invites procrastination.

To remember that living mightn't be as compelling were it not for our exotic diversity,

Our melange of vivid hue and form,

Made possible only by random copy errors in DNA.

I ask for courage.

To live with mystery.

To plunge into the chilly unknown and to emerge triumphant.

Having explored new territory.

Should I pick a path,

Then change my mind?

I can,

And will begin all over,

In that there is no shame.

I am not bound to who I was yesterday,

Nor to who I am today.

I am born of the natural world,

Ever-changing,

Full of contradiction.