Photo by Gamaliel Masters
Temple veil trembles: for that moment before it is rent from top to bottom ripped open. No veiling of sacred from profane all always was holy. We needed to make this holy, that profane this good, that bad. On that evening long ago all is seen as good & well pleasing. What had been Christed, Holy One set apart, pours forth an unending torrent sings who we are the body's memories, hopes & sensations are the full flood of life's fountain.
And what of all our veils our averted glances? Shall they tremble before your touch are we to be bereft of our isolate stance shall we walk before you, before each other naked bodies clothed with knowing life, forgetting good and evil shall the logic of our binds be boundless and the order of our days, spontaneously wild?