Friday, May 27, 2016

Until purity regains its footing

Until purity regains its footing       

I keep my body immobile.
I want the stream to run clear

and if that’s not possible,
the opacities to be mere

insubstantial tricks of light,
or barring that, discolorations

of the stream itself, ever-flowing and untainted.
And when the dirt is ruffled from the bottom,

I want my body to become watery,
supple, still, until purity regains its footing.

That’s what this is – this bodily
immobility, sitting here quietly folded –

letting the stream of existence
pour unimpeded over whoever it is I am.

O child of God, to no longer know who you are
is a gift in kind from the great Unknowable.

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