Then it’s to damage dullness.
To cause a tear, a slash,
Some rip in the surface of things.
Not damage for it’s own sake,
But an attempt to sever connections,
To abandon morality, obligation.
To escape pattern.
To reach down within the wound
And grasp something of
The soft visceral truth beneath.
Here, illuminated at last,
Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;
Sweet moments of passion and healing,
Of sensual release.
From Meditations – NYP (2013)