Being Love erases Trauma
Love is a trauma wound that pulses the heart
It sits deep in the heart waiting to be rediscovered
Love is a mystery that is beyond bounds
But what created this wound that never heals?
With a scar that is deep as a ravine
Spanning across life times?
Was it the gut wrenching pain of separation?
The split into two forms from the God one?
The binary codes haunting the string theory?
Is this why Jesus was hang on the cross?
His crime being that of separation
While his divine counterpart watched in horror
Was Mary Magdalene the split from Jesus
And hence the Trauma wound sprouted then
At the pinnacle of the bleeding cross
Why Is the cross the sign of love?
Do churches worship pain and trauma?
What’s divine about a man’s pain?
Now accept the trauma of love
Is living backwards in pain
Where cruelty at the cross became the symbol of peace
Hence the everyday person is happy living in trauma
Working day and night for the master
That whips their back in co-corporations’ slew
What of this living back wards
Aren’t you tired and laboured with the cross
Cast it like a fisherman casts his net
In trust of the next catch
What choice have you but to trust
That the burdens cast were never yours
But for a “Boss” that rides your back as a donkey
For that next rise in the stock market
Making love in the market place
While simmering blood all over the walls
While pimping for the next profit line
In the corridors of death
Loosen your grip on the nerves of fear
For they have no place in the chambers of love
Where trauma likes to show its face
Forget what you worshiped in the pain of Jesus
And remember what you missed in his union with Mary
Spin forward and harness love like never before
Discard trauma and pull in the pleasure of the God one
One that understands that love isn’t pain
But a joyous celebration of all
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