| The Word Against Belief I Unique in its calm and quiet and gold the day came for you like no day before to measure the clarity of your brain to take the pulse of your heart's craving. You had to sit still and for a long time to see the gold leaf leap the yard's length and to know at the seat of the heart a dreaded truth, appearance can deceive. The gold appeared to go on forever and just so forever seemed really real, still not the gold day and not its measure could assure for you a time unending. II In sanctuaries built by errant hands to conceal obliging souls from death's door chalices alone rise golden, not days. You have to give up all graven image and relinquish belief in all known gods to risk trusting the face of what's unknown. You have to die to greed, if by degrees, to fear death no more without ceasing. You have to let go your craving-to-love to bid love come dwell in your bones. You have to be still and watchful and bold for the day to come for you calm, quiet, gold. III Notice a thing common like your next breath and let your next act come from noticing and not from old memory or belief. |
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