Every prophet reaches acceptance
At a threshold unknown lets go of his exit
But you won't accept the long truth
You couldn't forgive God for what meaning would cost you
Sometimes it's painful thrown into meaning
But pain is the painkiller when you're teething
We're not so numb are we
We just don't know how to grieve the presence of beauty
I still can't distill it
The most important piece is the one that's missing
I know I'm a compromised witness
To understand this I've got to forgive it
I still don't know what I'm cutting to the core of
Maybe the rope to the cosmos is just braided with boredom
I'm beginning to trust myself to see
From a part that's never been wounded in me
Maybe the ocean of enlightenment
Was just a slow release of what I could never forgive
I've been trying hard to find someone to blame
There's a silence that keeps calling my name
I'm at the threshold of
If to take hold of
What I can't be
I'm forgiving the giving up of the ground of my being