Saturday, June 27, 2015

The impedimenta of desire

The impedimenta of desire                                                                     

Lessons in the course of a lifetime are not
(it seems) so much consciousness expanding

as they are encumbrances shed, yet so few
and paltry that little more light shines through

than in the beginning; each lifetime
threatened by smudges of vice,

the impedimenta of desire
to overwhelm the journey’s

natural divestiture and unveiling.
Aeons it seems, requires the process,

the gathering up, the breaking off,
littering the landscape, a-tisket, a-tasket,

every broken, mortal, humble basket,
until each core of light triumphs

over the entombed, encrusted alias
of Who, by faith, we really are.

O child of God, hide not your lamp

beneath the bushel but let it shine.


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