I have no interest

In how ‘spiritual’

You are 

I am interested 

In how human 

You can be

And in your seeing 

That it does not get 

More spiritual

Sacred 

Holy

Than that

I am not interested 

In your being good

Correct

Mindful 

Intelligent 

Wise

Or evolved 

I am interested in your letting go

Of ideas of good and bad 

Worthy and unworthy 

All of the labels 

And masks 

You’ve grown used to

Hiding 

Your tenderness and confusion 

With 

I am not interested

In your being tough

Show me,

How soft can you be? 

The softest ones

Have the sharpest teeth 

How broken 

How surrendered

How primal,

Real

How heartbroken

How cracked open 

How viscerally and vulnerably

Can you feel? 

Can you weep at my feet

And scream at the sky? 

Can you surrender 

To your Darkness

Feral and depraved 

And to the infinite gentleness

Of a baby’s eyelashes 

You hold

Within your belly?

Will you finally spill 

The sadness of the world,

Which you keep hidden away 

Within a parcel in your heart

For me to see? 

I am not interested 

In how ‘spiritual’ you are 

I am interested

In your deepest wound 

Your darkest secret 

Your greatest longing 

The animal you hide

Your oceanic heartbreak 

And vulnerability

The lonely Universe   

Behind your eyes 

My earthly sacrament 

Is simply this 

The holy water

Of your 

Humanness