A breath. A gap. The nothing of creation. That’s what the divine was all along. That we must echo in our own nothingness.
The Nothing! Because the system isn’t complete. Because the Man isn’t omnipotent.
A non-power beyond power. A Shattering. A Violence. A beautiful violence.
Where will it come? When will the sky open again? When will we see it?
And when it comes? Relief to our eyes. Cooling our eyes. Wetting our dry, dry eyes. And we’ll weep – doubtless. We’ll weep our eyes cool and moist. Our eyes will glisten with our tears. Our cheeks will run with glad tears.
Because the system isn’t complete after all. Because the unmanageable isn’t manageable after all. Because there’s such a thing as a holy anarchy.
Work in Progress 