Love Unleashed, Holy Offering
Saturday, Oct 26th
…Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of the sky.
The bowl breaks.
Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.
Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass,
and fall toward the glassblower’s breath.
For a moment…are you willing to disappear? Are you ready to hear the song of the dark moon and fall toward the glassblower’s breath? Are you aching to empty the temple? Or will you transform into a chariot for the divine?