LANCING THE INFECTED BOILS OF
ARCHETYPAL HATRED AND MURDER
SEEING BEAUTY – FEELING RELIEF
IN THE EXPOSURE
ONLY NAKED GRACE
SUFFICES WITH NAKED HATRED’S
THERE IS MACABRE BEAUTY
IN THIS HORROR
Forget about them.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
but the Light is the same.
Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes”
calls us out into the wild places
where God is not tamed and domesticated.
We are asked to release our agendas
and discover the holy direction for our lives.
When we yield,
we allow a holy pause, notice where we are "forcing things,"
and then we can let them go.
It is about smiling gently at all the inner desires
that attempt to grasp control of our lives.
When we do, we can give those feelings a compassionate embrace.
We can all each of them to dissolve into this endless embrace,
yielding to the greater force at work within us.~Christine Valters Paintner
so how could I demand respect?
how could I not love invisibility?
why would I want “the last word?”
how could I be lonely?
of ordinary suchness
but few know what that looks like,
so I’ll tell you:
The dogs wag their tails
when I open my door.
My luna-lover beams at me
without reproach or expectation.
and the ants make the most of it;
they even cart off my toenail clippings.
they will claim every scrap of this body
and have a banquet with the worms.
new grass will grow in the summer,
sap will rise in the trees
and they will exhale my smile.
Just like that.