PATTERNS

Would you lay a pattern on life and say, thus shall ye live? I tell you that is a denial of life; I say that thus we pour our spirits in a mold, and they cake and die. I want to go to the man who quickens me; I want the gift of life, the flame of his spirit eating along the tinder of my heart; I want to feel the flood-gates within flung open and the tides pouring through me; I want to take what I am and bring it to fruit. Quicken me, and I will grow; Touch me with flame, and the blossoms will open and the fruit appear. Call forth in me a creator, and the god will answer. And then, if I commit what you call a sin, Better so. It will not be a sin. It will be a mere breaking of your patterns; For the only sin is death, and the only virtue to be altogether alive and your own authentic self.