Jesus, You taught no religion, no politics.
You abolished every commandment but love,
which is the ruthless law of softening
the borders, melting the boundaries
between the eye, the gaze and the other.
When you live like this they arrest you
because you are an anarchist
of joy with tears of fire.
They crush your heart like a dark red poppy
until your fragrance fills their garden.
Their own children forget them,
yet remember You.
Their children's children become wanderers,
searching for that flower
whose savor still makes them tremble.
Finally You return, not as the other
who is seen, but the one who dwells
in the dark before knowing,
where in-breath and out-breath merge.
Now the crushing is complete.
It was You who ground us and You
who were ground -
the gift of the winemaker
to the grapes.
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