Today I cloak myself in wisdomand though
at first glance
it looks like the armor of God,
I see --
not protection,
no hard impenetrable boundary--
but rather openness,
vulnerability.
Where is the wisdom in that?
How can the delicate tracery
of truth and honesty
possibly protect
my inner thoughts,
my hopes and dreams?
But now I see:
this shield must be porous:
how else can I flow out to you,
or you flow into me
unless the boundaries break down
and allow us to become One.
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1 comment:
Compelling image, and I like how you like the openness of the structure to ability to receive the One.
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