The thing that has been - it is what will be again,
and that which has been done is that which will be done again;
and there is nothing new under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 1:9
Deep within each of us lives both a leper and a wolf,
both of which we are afraid of.
In Franciscan lore, they are our inner imperfections.
They are always there in some form,
waiting to be tamed and needing to be forgiven.
Radical Grace: Daily Meditations, Richard Rohr
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We close our eyes
Visiting the dream
Tentatively touching remembered magic
Impotently grasping for the life that was;
That was to be
Please, no more.
Please no more poorly given love
Love poorly received.
Hurts unintentionally caused
I am the leper. I am the wolf.
Fear bars the giving.
The receiving.
There is nothing outside of myself which completes.
No sweet words.
No right touch.
No one's "faith" in me.
No perfect understanding of "truth"
No perfect life.
No place where children do not suffer.
No place where horrific maladies do not strike.
Where the right relationship, the right drug,
the right anything,
fixes all.
Always, always, always
The Source of all I need and desire
Dwells within.
Nowhere else
There are no new answers
No matter how badly I want a quick fix
(and sane explanations for the insanity)
Just discovery/rediscovery
Of what's always been.
Sink down
Sink into the solid embrace
Release the death grip
Preventing your fall
It's okay
Okay to fall away from self made protections
(illusions - delusions)
Structures of identity and value
Which inevitably crumble and collapse
Sing me asleep
Hit me awake
This perfect life
Carries me down and in
Friction removes the lies
Bit by bit
I remember again
to smile
through my aching heart.
Yes!
This is life.
Perfect life.
For there is no other.
The path of descent is the path of transformation.
Darkness, failure, relapse, death,
and woundedness are our primary teachers,
rather than ideas or doctrines.
Richard Rohr
Oh, we close our eyes
The perfect life
Is all we need
You opened up when you had me in your hands
Slipping far away with the world at your command
You sing me to sleep and then you hit me awake
It's a perfect life, a perfect life
I only want to be here when you're by my side
Oh I believe now, I'll love you 'til I die
You will sing me to sleep, you will hit me awake
In the perfect life
Perfect life
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life
Life is all we need
Little Mikey steps everywhere
Knives in his pockets and bullets in his hair
He has nothing to live for
Nothing left to say
He's locking all the doors
to keep the older wolves at bay
Spoons and foil are all he needs
A bed and some china, a lighter and some speed
He will sing you to sleep and then will hit you awake.
In the perfect life, a perfect life.
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life
Life is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life
Life is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life
Life is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life
Life is all we need
The perfect life
The perfect life
The perfect life
All we need
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