No, you don’t get nine lives,
but you do get the chance
to start over from scratch—
that’s why we have such claws.

And if you do get a chance
at the whole ball of yarn,
dig in with all your claws—
the warm lap, the soft caress,

the whole great ball of yarn.
What holds us best never holds us back.
If you want that warm caress,
let go the stone you’ve been carrying—

sometime what we hold holds us back.
Free your hands to grasp something lighter
than the stone you’ve been carrying
breathlessly through time and space.

Free your hands to grasp something lighter—
after all, all that rises must fall
breathless, through time and space,
landing nonchalantly at our feet.

Everything that rises must fall—
asleep, apart, in love.
Somehow, we land on our feet.
Sometimes, we get it backward:

we love, we part, we sleep.
It takes courage to admit
sometimes we get it backward.
That’s what we are: flawed and beautiful.

It takes courage to admit
something helpless into your life,
however shy and beautiful.
I’m ready to be brave.

When something helpless steps into your life,
then yes, you get another life.
Are you ready to be brave?
Let’s start again from scratch.