freedom from-

I was clothes tight. Always escaping
Now I am shroud in the universe
No burial clothes delaying-
my every preconception

[Each passage slipping into my mouth
Lifting back to my tongue again
Then spoken

Always this same path
No living tree labrynth
The other type
With dead ends]

I have found my garden sword
And cut every one of them open

I had a personality intent on me
Already drawn up
Already having mysterious ways

I am not seeking anymore
I’m not knocking

I find my Christ a mystery
And nothing to forgive

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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