Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.
we do not need
to come back to innocence,
it has been present
in us all time,
we only need to find
us inside and not to
fight our essence,
listen to the wind
of our pure hearts.
all dirt of pain and hurt,
all shadow of sin, guilt,
all time wasted in complaint
can be ignored.
the perfume of all women
and the scent of all men
can be washed,
and our souls
can be lifted
meeting each other
and to say: yes.
i see you first time.
to walk into kisses
and embrace of each other,
old women or men,,
we can be virgins,
offer our love, arms,
as naked as sheared sheep,
vulnerable in mortality,
caring and loving
at night and in day,
under the apple trees,
in the song of blackbirds,
we can walk
hand in hand,
explore the paths
of the old, of beauty,
cover us in the cold,
give us eyes and ears
growing buds of wisdom
and share visions of angels
and monsters, bring light
into the dark cellars,
blankets in winter,
praise our food with grace
and walk in peace
we can be grateful,
growing and going
with joy:
but we don't.
though still so innocent
we fear the other,
the hurt it may bring,
the loss of freedom.
we fear our bodies
as they remind us
of death though
we are alive through
them in their own
music given by birth
and by love: they
are not servants but life.
thinking is memory,
it sticks to pain,
enemies, frustration,
boredom and traps.
it creates flight,
but to fly needs wings
and ease
and balance in wind.
and without innocence
all, all is like lost,
space and time constrict
and we are but chemicals
reacting in circles,
changing colour,
exploding, vanishing
in tubes and vapour
and finally in words,
words, and the gazelles
and the lions stay
in the bush, hiding.
the roses understand
nothing, the trees shake
their heads, the birds
stop to sing.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
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