A longer one from the Mary Magdelene imaginings. There are more. |
Imagine the long journey from midnight where we grow layers to cover us as we madly erase the fiction of our lives. Imagine the long journey into light knowing that as night melts away you, all of you, may see all of me - and I, all of you; and you (all of you) may then choose to erase the truth I believe is me. forever and ever, amen. Imagine my long journey dragging the history of women which imagines the story of me: forgotten beginnings entwined become nameless fears and longings, become demons twisted into the sins of my making. Too long entombed by your story, I fear your imaginings are my immutable reality Imagine my long journey carrying this question: who am I, before you existed? And, what if I do not exist outside your story? what if I disappear into all of you. forever and ever, amen. Dare to dream differently Dare to imagine waking the demons, making allies of their yearning. I do not know if I am planning redemption or merely calculating madness: I will dance a counterpoint to hissing; wake & weave the sins you tie to the thought of me, until all is unbraided and I am free. It is you I will expose, but will you see? I expect nothing less than death Imagine this long journey: the desperate longing to become real. To be known and still to be loved: this is everything! |