Via Negativa

(less is more)

Via Negativa (Less is More)

Only when I am lost
can I be found
and hoisted upon His shoulders.

Only when I cease
trying to know
am I ready to learn
what my hobbled language
cannot express.

Only when I surrender certainty
can I stand at the precipice
of Mystery.

Only as a slave
can I become free.

Once,
on a terrible fearful day,
life as I’d known it
was revealed to be
naught but an illusion.

Only when it was sliced
from me
by a single ax-blow
could I hear
in the depths
of my shattered being
a voice which whispered,
“I will survive.”

Only then
could I begin
to write my way
into a new, unanticipated,
unexpected, unpredicted
way of being.

Only in the darkness
could I perceive
the light that beckoned.

Only in the death
of all I had known
was I reborn.

Only in singing a song
to those who refused to listen
could I find my true voice.

So come with me,
you who are lost.
Gather ‘round;
give up the fight
for survival.
Nail it all to the cross
and enter
an unforeseen paradise.

Die
and
live.

BG 08.03.26