Nowhere to Run
Whither shall I flee from your presence?
Nowhere to Run Whither shall I flee from your presence? - Book of Psalms Ch.139:7 Whether you kneel in front of a cross or dip your fingers in holy water. Whether you sprinkle sand on your stuck out tongue or prostrate your tired thoughts on a woven rug. Whether you dance naked under a full wolf moon with fanged ekstasis, or wail at a wall in a succession of bows. Whether you wear a belt of skulls. Whether you sit fragrant as a lotus with a slightly upturned smile. Whether chanting or galloping, stomping or contemplating. Whether moaning, whether kissing, whether pressing your nose to the pine bark, the rose, your palm to a cliff, a book, a chest torn open. Whether anywhere in this world: the holy house, the dance club, the stall. Whether anything; a table, a pew, a pen. Whether anyone; the ordained, the disinherited, the forgotten. Here is God, the daily encounter. Here is your self. - Moudi Sbeity

There are times when I wish I could escape my self and my conditions. Those times are far less prominent than they once were, but they arrive once in a while to remind me, and I thank them for their teaching: If I truly believe that God is everything, and that I am one part of the everything, then I too contain this God, or am contained by this God. So here I reckon with my faith. Where could I run to where God is not, where I am not? Better to learn how to be with myself here.
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Spectacular poem! And I will be there Wednesday, delighted.
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