The Origin

Everyone is capable. Few dare. 
Everyone is able. Few desire.
Living with eyes closed. Closing doors to what's real. To what's honest. Remaining underneath the pile of heavy sweaters. Piles, that is. Waiting for an opening to get out, yet timid to take a step forward, toward the new.
The internal doesn't shine. Looking to the outside for assistance. Support is virtually non-existent. All are looking there. 
The whole is greater than the sum of individual parts. 
Come together. In any way possible. In any way palatable. With the intention of inclusion. Of pulling away the dark curtains to see the light, to rejoice in the light, and ignite it to glow even brighter. His and hers. And theirs. 
The original sin? No. The original source. Far removed, shunned, feared, forgotten, buried. 
I am looking for Thou...