Even when we almost
Have that taste of grace
Even then we cling to faith
That place of no-face
Numbed by all we’ve done
Scared of standing still
And yet too scared to run
Thought
Humble is for losers
Who have no sense of purpose
Who have no strength of character
Who ought to make demands
Not doing everything the world commands
Of course these are just the lies we need
And this so-called honesty
Provides a basis for security
It’s out of necessity we believe
This painful paradox
All power
Is ours
But suffering
Is brought to us by others
Not bought
With bitter fruit of false desires
See
We needed all of our denials
To hide us from the trials of our truth
To provide ourselves permission
For commission and omission
We heeded
Defects
The broken glass of shattered dreams
Reflects
Solutions that now become the problem
Old tools of wars that now
In peace
Are flaws
To be at peace
Demands a different strength
To be happy
To be human
To be whole
Is not a role
It’s real
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