Naked

I could take nothing.

I walked naked from my father's house.

I walked naked into our father's world.

There was a broken chapel,

a broken cross, a broken people.

I walked naked into myself

and that is how I am clothed.

They say I did without.

Only a fool would choose that.

The truth is I was full

like the ocean is full.

Like the riverbanks in spring,

I was wet and watered.

I was the green or was I

the wildfire consuming me,

a wilderness of light.

Talk is useless. Now

I will show you how here

to be truly alive. Listen.

A seed of green is cracking its casing like a fountain of fire.

Step inward into its flame.

Francis from Holy Madness