The Church

I am not built to revere this place

My sacred is filled with Earth, raw and moist

Similar to the power I hold between my legs

Fertile, fresh, and free

Its stained windows and forbidden corners press me down into myself

Arms akimbo, wrapped within each other out of fear of touching the forbidden

I wander

All in knots, in knots all over

The history of this place bleeds into my bones

Once white and bleached, they are flooded with memories of those who burned for their beliefs

The mothers, daughters, sisters, brothers lost to the ever-reaching claw

Of modernizing, containing, quelling, capturing, studying, stripping and wrapping up again

To hide the sins encasing the flesh, too ripe and hungry to be revealed

I am not made for these moments, but I take them anyway

Stolen sights and lights caught through shafts of stagnant air

Like silvered fish caught in a net

I feel the goodness here too

I see the mother of all things still surviving

Her whispered wisdom still breathing life into the walls

I know we are allowed our differences, and that's why I wander

Hands still holding each other

To taste these other lives which run parallel to my own

There must be a connector, something greater than a soul that will show us the way forward

How to piece these stained shards back together

To form a beautiful whole once more

I just wish the truth would run down these stone walls

Commissioned by yet another man to seal up the wonder that lays beneath

To entomb honesty, to enshrine only one piece of colored glass

To seal it within metal so that it cannot wiggle and just be held to the light

Examined and marvelled at, but never set free back out into the everything and all of existence

I suppose one day when the sun ripens and bursts

All the shards of us will hang lit from within

The great resounding endless lock-shut moment of ending and beginning

In much the same way as we burst forth into existence

All life spilling from the mouth of a star and plummeting meteorite

A molten ball of possibility spinning truth into light

We will say to each other as the great nucleus

Of the life-ripening rock of all we know expands and shatters

Lighting up the true colors of our innards as we marvel at impending death

And at the colors that exist inside us all

But perhaps it all was true in the end

All ashes return to ashes, all dust becomes dust once more

All light flashes back to its original form to start again

To prove to us once more we know absolutely nothing

And in that nothingness is everything

And in that everything is emptiness

And we are all just rotating round into eternity

Each lap bringing us closer to being our own personal sun

Each of us trading positions for a different perspective

Until we finally realize

Ah, yes, mm

We are all one

We are all one