The Triple Revolution

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Today we talked about passion, about the passion that opens your eyes and stirs your soul to take part in life, and to rage against the dissolution of life that is everywhere around us.

I.

Wake up and put your hands

in the mud up to your wrists

until your fingernails turn black

and the acrid scent of the ages

fills the whorls and lines

of your palms.

II.

The silent stagnation of

the Catholic nun-years has

no refuge for you now.

What is needed is passion.

Raise your voice.

Create the wind that

scrapes the dust over everything

making it raw, and holy.

III.

She rests her hand at the base of your spine,

awakening.

Follow the light as it pierces upwards

folds itself over you

holds you in sacred sleep

dreaming into the heart of space.