The inconvenience of words
Speak only when spoken to
the Silent One advises.
And, of what you hear –
take it on faith, until you finally
abandon that faith for a larger one.
Truth doesn’t come in bright boxes;
love doesn’t come entombed in the flesh;
happiness is not met demands,
nor sorrows avoided.
It’s not peace instead of pain
but surrender instead
of everything else.
An island emerges in this life or another,
where truth is discovered, spoken, heard
beyond the inconvenience of words.
O child of God, no pouring of new wine into old skins,
nor the building of a new house on a rotting foundation.
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