Monday, July 2, 2012

Number Sixty Two

Thieves take our knowledge.  They come in the form of pain that makes us forget, that sweeps away the intentions we came with.  So we scream inside, and that sound makes hearing impossible.  The channel through which we listen for truth gets cluttered with anger and complaint.

The thieves show up in every life -- sometimes wearing garments of grief.  Or of fear.  Or of shame.  They come and we forget purpose.  We forget how we intended to love -- this time around.

Let them come.  Let them.  With whatever suffering.  They can take nothing from us -- no truth or knowledge -- if we don't resist the pain.

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