May our desire like an ouroboros consume itself
May we want to see
More than to see what we want
May we want to hear
More than to hear what we want
May we want to feel
More than to feel what we want
Throwing our arms wide open to the cold wind
Embracing it without a cloak
Loving shamelessly
Without fear of discomfort to our senseless senses
May we find our comfort in the truth alone
May we allow the tide of impermanence
To wash away our golden sandcastles
Built with the stones of our own rational
May we fall headfirst from the sky we painted into place
With our watercolors of self will
And a paintbrush of wisps of outsights
That we imagined to be firm cords of insights
May we be entirely robbed
Ransacked of our plastic Jesus and all his toy disciples
By the truth that comes to us like a thief in the night
Pilfering us of our diamonds of resentments
Our coins of golden grandiosity
Leaving us groundless in resolution
To abandon the reconstruction of our Disneyland
may we be left impoverished of ambition
Blessed in the poorness of our spirit
Abandoned to the reign of peace
Resting in peace before we die
Following our surrendered heart
Back home

Such an interesting poem. I am studying Theology at the moment and I recognize so much of The Word in your words....
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i suspect we are...you can message me anytime. Id love to chat with you sometime.

i suspect we are...you can message me anytime. Id love to chat with you sometime.

Nice poem .