The Body of Christ

I’ve fallen into the depths

Of desperation.

Now I live here, joyously -

Humbled and erased.

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I’ve run out of time and knowing -

The keys that unlock shackles

Even while the mind adores

It’s prison.

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This is not a bad dream,

It’s nothing.

It’s nothing to reject,

It’s nothing.

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Don’t go in, don’t stay out

Something more delicate and penetrating.

Some thing that breaks down walls

For everything is Home.

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The soul tasting and touching

Transforms darkness into gold.

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Can you feel the pull,

The gravity of what’s unconscious

Calling out the light in you.

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It cries, it begs

To be shown it’s a real existence

And if you heed its call,

You too may fall asleep.

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Everywhere Christ falls asleep willingly

Wakes up and blesses himself.

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The whole world is the body of Christ

Wailing tears of longing

Transfigured to benediction.