223. Holes In The Wholeness (Myshkin, 2021) · quatrains

There’s a hole in the clouds where the sky opens up And the still waking sun slips on through like a thief I am partial and broken by my own belief That the oceans might fit in an extra large cup. There’s a hole in the ground where the hot water springs And the mud frozen tundra remembers to smile I’ll be gratefully nourished an extra long while, On my way to whatever the next season brings. There’s a hole in my heart, though I like to pretend That, with Wisdom and Spirit as friends, I’ll be fine. But the duende who grapples with darkness like mine, Cries a vital reminder to yearn and descend. What is wholeness, without all the pain and the crack? What does holiness mean, with no sin to entice? Wholly part, partly whole, neither naughty nor nice, Get to Heaven. Be wise. Just remember… Come back!