I wish we were Masters. That way
we can inhabit the truth
and it would be made strong.
Love as the only thing that has
meaning. Understanding. The
understanding changes with
new emotions. It changes
hopefully for the good.
Hopefully for God.
It wouldn’t be fair to announce ourselves
as the renounciate
when our hearts were already
broken. The life has beaten
the pulp out of us. It has
become the wasteland outside of
the garden. Our spiritual
bodies, battered and bruised
by unconditional
arrogance