Friday, June 8, 2012

First Fruits -- a draft


The charismatic journey teacher paints
A Caravaggio in every room, light and shadow
To be sensed, seen, and sown. And
Mourned, grieved, witnessed aloud.
A crazy wisdom speaks in the life
of light that yearns to be shared, though
Questions of trust and intimacy,
Awakening and sleep, agency 
And doubt abound.

There is more than one way to skin a cat,
We say, when we neglect or hide the pain of it.
Are you drawn to the light?
Dream into the shadow and learn the blood
Sweat and tears of the pain.
Does the darkness tear at your heart?
Allow it to be broken yourself, for only the love
Of a heart revealed can see light in the dark.

There are many ways to skin a community,
After all--to protect all our innards, give us shade
From the glare of the sun, to create a container
That can nourish and be nourished, know
And be known, love and be loved. For all.

A touch of light in the dark of wisdom itself.

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