What happens when the crack
appears in the wall, the fissure
that promises to loose the whole lake
of feeling, the damned damn bursting
from a line as fine as a hair,
or the look in your eyes.
appears in the wall, the fissure
that promises to loose the whole lake
of feeling, the damned damn bursting
from a line as fine as a hair,
or the look in your eyes.
What happens when it breaks?
Do I run for high ground, the place
where i am unreachable?
Or do I stand my ground
and let the wave carry me?
where i am unreachable?
Or do I stand my ground
and let the wave carry me?
There is asked of me, a willingness
to let the whole damned thing burst
wide open, to be swept by grace
into the arms of no-thing
so that everything
is mine and I am,
Everything.
to let the whole damned thing burst
wide open, to be swept by grace
into the arms of no-thing
so that everything
is mine and I am,
Everything.
Do I dare give up the wall
that has kept me fearless
because I have hidden
from what is real
while pretending,
pretending, pretending.
that has kept me fearless
because I have hidden
from what is real
while pretending,
pretending, pretending.
Do I dare open the gates
and say to the flood:
Drown me, now, I am
ready. Take me
to the promised
land, on the ark
of surrender.
and say to the flood:
Drown me, now, I am
ready. Take me
to the promised
land, on the ark
of surrender.
Take me, take me, take me
Home.
No comments:
Post a Comment