'Genuine knowing begins when sentimentality no longer bars the way.' - Eugene Monick
I too have hung
on a cross, my own,
but nonetheless everyone's,
too often disowned,
denied,
decried as untrue,
unnecessary,
that
there is no Adversary,
only Light,
that overbearing Rightness
which never
leaves room
for me.
I only know
that deep night,
that way beyond sentimentality,
that way over and beyond 'the Path'
into the thicket, the swamp
where the god of gators waits,
submerged, calling to me to
step less lightly upon the world.
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