We dip the cup
We dip the cup in the Stream
We freeze solid whatever flows in
Holding it in reverent fear, like precious cargo
It melts, pooling in our palms
Dripping between our fingers, numb from cold
We act surprised, appalled even
Frantic in our belief that if it had truly been sacred,
It should have stayed frozen.
Buried in our blindness
Craving the deadened
They warn us against having a messiah complex
A diagnosis of delusions, of wrongness like food gone bad
So desperate to keep us quiet, our power harnessed and invisible
Casual but constant reinforcement of the lie of our ordinariness
Cut off from our own magic, embalmed with pills and pretty things
Suckered into apologies with derisive laughter and pitying looks
Our hands at each others’ throats in mutual strangulation
We watch the glow of our eyes fade with sick fascination
A little voice cries, fingers trembling, body shuddering
Until we try again
Embrace the Paradox 