Thoroughness (a poem for devotion)

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I have expressed from my longing and obstacles
the balm of thoroughness, 
rare as rose oil,
nothing cures like devotion.
I stroke it on wounds and desires
as much as it takes
as long as it takes
present past and future
in all dimensions
willingly
honestly
even joyfully when I can see that

light is loving being the light everywhere

I will eat fire
purifying rectifying, 
and with a tender heart and alms 
I will strike the match that burns down the barn.
I will make it clear 

light is loving being the light everywhere

I will wait, like a virgin can,
knowing what is sacred.
I will do so naked, entertaining offers,
averting my gaze,
chaste and burning all at once
feeling

light is loving being the light everywhere

Thoroughly, 
I find the profane in the temple
and the sensuous in the filth.
I am willing to ruin the party,
to cut the legs off of the most comfortable chair,
to simply speak when no one else will say that 

light is loving being the light everywhere

I distill my will into surrender back into will.
I believe dreams.
I am in love with you already.
I am willing to leave everything 
but my devotion 
to understand that
light is loving being the light everywhere


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