The Bright Core of Failure
November 16, 2012, 10:36 am
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Sometimes you enter the heart.
Sometimes you are born from the soul.
Sometimes you weep a song of separation.
All the same glory.

You live in beautiful forms,
and you are the energy that breaks images.
All light, neither this nor that.

Human beings go places on foot,
Angels, with wings.

Even if they find nothing but ruins and failure,
you are the bright core of that.

When angels and humans are free of wings and feet,
they will understand that you are that lack, pure absence.

You are in my eyes
like a taste of wine that blocks my understanding.
That ignorance glorifies.

You talk and feel in the talking: kingdom, finances, fire,
smoke, the senses, incense, all are your favorites.

A ship, Noah, blessings, luck,
troubles that pull us unknowingly toward treasure.

Look. He is being dragged away from his friends.
No one will see him anymore.
This is your story.

I ask you, Should I talk to this one?
Is he being drawn to me?
Silence. That too.

What is desire. What is it?
Do not laugh, my soul.

Show me the way through this desiring.
All the world loves you,
but you are nowhere to be found,
hidden, completely obvious.

You are the soul.
You boil me down in a saucepan,
then ask why I am spilling out.

This writing, the record of being torn apart in your fire,
like aloes wood, becomes most itself when burning up.

Enough talk about burning.
Everything, even the end of this poem,
is a taste of your glory.

Translated by Coleman Barks
The Big Red Book–The Great Masterpiece Celebrating Mystical Love & Friendship

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