no thanks, I’ve got a new partner
this flabby body to become a work of art,
this life to become something else.
You can spend your life (oh, how we do)
inside a bubble of judgments and desires,
and never know even a simple stone.
No, stay here.
Let the stone be a stone,
the traffic be traffic.
Even this broken life,
this troubled soul,
this difficult time.
Otherwise how can a joy be joy,
a wonder a wonder?
Life is this, not something else.
This is the mystery of the fast,
the hungry day that is a hungry day,
free from the dictates of desire.
Nothing needs to be what it isn’t.
There is glory enough in the stone.
And in you, already a child of God.
You can’t command the transformation,
but only present yourself to God,
Just smile at Satan and say,