Yield

No choice but yield to - 

This primal knowing and connection,
This depth, hidden beneath minutiae and convention.

The fierce beauty of these dreams,  

rare flowers,

stubbornly emerging, again and again.

The pain and longing,

Inside of music, and poetry.

And this love.

Yield to
the blessing and the curse,

Yield to

the blessing inside the curse.

("rare flowers" comes from “Down in a hole” by Alice in Chains, which I listened to today, in remembrance of Layne Stanley)