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In freedom,
Jim Tolles
Starting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Starting is such sweet sorrow.
The sweat on the brow
mingles with bitter saltwater in channels at the corners of red eyes.
Ruby rivulets drip from the cheeks.
A bloody ritual has occurred.
The knife drops from the lover’s hand.
The blade of truth has cut through the gristle and bone of resistance,
revealing sacred, tender marrow.
The uninitiated gasp.
Some in awe.
Some in terror.
What appears as culmination is fragile emergence.
What seems as execution is a sliver of liberation.
That sacred being who that lay beneath the blade stroke came looking
for love.
A tragic trek that few should ever make
Despite vast migrations swarming sacred places,
desecrating them with naive hope.
This exposed soul finds dread, not possibility with prideful armor rent and shameful shields dashed.
The past laid bare.
The way back looks more secure.
Than the warzone of enlightenment,
A tangle of emotions punctuated by the bombs of remembered horrors.
Oh how starting is such sweet sorrow.
Dedication:
For those true spiritual students who understand.
