Crossroad of Kenosis

Be extravagant and empty!
At break of dawn’s cold call,
relinquish your every craving,
squander the secure camel
for a card game,
let the smallest prayerful
clinging be left broken
back on clumped, scorched sand
at your neurotic forsaken camp.


Rest,
reflect,
consider
on the long, climbing,
companionless
walk through acres of crisp stalks
and thick unwoven vines,
circle the clean wreck
tangled mirror gleaming
against a single
Sycamore trunk and linger,
look straight into your one
true face:

Quick!
Act kenotic.
Carelessly, courageously
take
the unknown inside
your dark
uncovered home,
where the guest,
this scintillating,
close friend of chaos
and confusion,
may become quiet
unchosen balm,
coherent and composed,
in this flowing completion,
all is strangely calm.