Honoring Marguerite Porete

All of the temptations; how devout we must become.

The falls, the bruises, and scratches. Some raped, some groomed.

Still more is to be lost as some are murdered and have been burned at the stake.

Until that cradled valley within is found, next to a flowing river crossed by a bridge.

Clear, pure, resonance. A temple bell struck once.

A lightning bolt ricocheting through the darkness. 

Illumined briefly, but forever established as an internal ‘Big Bang’.

…even that must be let go of, when we live pramanas present.