Ego. It’s wrapped up in this:
the performance and the ceremonies
Zechariah I am
make the abstract concrete; speechless I am
“How shall I know this?”
yes. my mind never stops
always a question
always a theological proposition to be solved
the voice of the one who cries
for good reason he comes from me
I need that voice to break through the noise…
of my ego, my intellect, my thoughts
A Foolish Way 