As I walk down this dark
and lonely road, I am
engrossed in thoughts:
of lotuses in mud,
of the impermanence of clouds,
and of how calming is the cacophony of night.
And I realize, it's time — so,
I stop and watch the moonset,
as it smiles serene encouragement,
then bravely and gently, pry open
my already-cracked ribs.
The pain is excruciating, yet,
with tenderness and care,
I pull out the heart of my suffering —
hold it softly in my palm,
and cradle it with love.
I begin to examine it with eyes of
curiousity and wonder — oh so
delicately dissecting each vein
of pain, each aorta
of loss, each electric pulse
of frustration and fear.
And as I slowly begin to fully
and completely sense the origins
of its inner
workings, of its
cosmic energies —
I yearn to care for this broken thing.
So, I etch indelibly my caress
onto its soft pink flesh,
as it beats mournful in my embrace
and I sing sweet lullabies — the ones
I know it longs to hear — that whisper words
of love, understanding, and safety.
And of no more goodbyes.
About the Creator
j.e.ridpath
"No mud, no lotus" - Thich Nhat Hahn
Blissful, euphoric
Moments; self-destructive storms -
In poetic form.
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Comments (1)
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!