Is this the truth:

that we are boxed bodies

smiling from our rears

in pretense that our fronts aren't gleeful?

We are frightened containers

afraid of the gift our bodies are

The Gift we dare not claim.

What joy we'd bare!

What guilt our soul could cast aside

if there were a Yes

to all the poop the Lord released

to ev'ry drop of funky sweat

to all that bonds us to the earth

to all the Kingdom's rejoicing over it

forever and ever amen.

God is the best weird experience there is.

Not everything you say "Yes!" to is what you want.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -To restrict oneself to ideas without ever referring to oneself is nonsense.  Yet that's what many thinkers do, never committing themselves.  They want us to believe that in the moral and spiritual order there is a logic of ideas that goes on apart from living experience.  A humility that consists of not speaking about oneself while identifying with great ideas is the worst kind of pride.

  -The person who agrees to reveal his deepest self withdraws into the humility of anonymity even though, at the very moment he detaches himself from the I that is naturally social, people think he is an exhibitionist.

  -In our society, to consent to live out one's difference is to become a rebel, someone who rejects "automatic" attitudes.

  -...when you hear prayer used as a medication, a kind of yoga, by some fashionable spiritual director, you feel like saying that the spiritual life is just another product, like a washing machine or new car.

  -The Gospel gathers and condenses the wisdom of the Orient.  There is the same call to inner upheaval, to awakening.  At the same time it is a revelation, since it points to a love whose logical conclusion is the communion of sharing.