Cracks in the system
Spidering like a rock against the windshield.
Maybe though, maybe it’s only
Cracks in the outer casing,
The shell of what exists.
Can that shell break?
Should it?
Is it like an onion,
Where you peel and peel
And then find you’ve peeled away the whole thing
And there’s nothing in the middle,
Nothing but emptiness?
Or is there something more?
Is it like a limestone boulder
That can be carved and chipped away
To discover the masterpiece within?
Spidering like a rock against the windshield.
Maybe though, maybe it’s only
Cracks in the outer casing,
The shell of what exists.
Can that shell break?
Should it?
Is it like an onion,
Where you peel and peel
And then find you’ve peeled away the whole thing
And there’s nothing in the middle,
Nothing but emptiness?
Or is there something more?
Is it like a limestone boulder
That can be carved and chipped away
To discover the masterpiece within?
What if I peeled away my heart?
Layer by layer,
Stitch by stitch,
Wound by wound;
Would I find anything there?
Would it be filled with a great Nothingness?
Or is there something more?
If I began to peel away the expectations
Of perfection for myself;
If I began to peel away the performance-driven
Motives and intentions;
What would I find?
Nothing, like the middle of an onion?
Or like a stone,
Could my heart be chipped away
Slowly but surely,
Until the true creation of God
Was revealed?
