Temple veil trembles:
for that moment before it is rent
from top to bottom ripped open.
No veiling of sacred from profane
all always was holy.
We needed to make this holy, that profane
this good, that bad.
On that evening long ago
all is seen as good & well pleasing.
What had been Christed, Holy One set apart, pours forth
an unending torrent sings who we are
the body's memories, hopes & sensations
are the full flood of life's fountain.
And what of all our veils
our averted glances?
Shall they tremble before your touch
are we to be bereft of our isolate stance
shall we walk before you, before each other
naked bodies clothed
with knowing life, forgetting good and evil
shall the logic of our binds be boundless
and the order of our days, spontaneously wild? |
