AN UNCONDITIONAL BLESSING

 

The voice that leans over to me in the dark

And whispers not the recycled sweet nothings,

Those others would long to hear,

But the tales of a dark Dharmic Angel

Not one hardened of evil, but the sacrifices of fragmented reality…

Who did not turn his back to fear, or concede to sweet repression

One that has been bound to address life’s morose possibilities-

And embraced the uninvited, engaged in its sweet talk and toxins

In order to completely know the agony and apathy of spirit broken-

To become the gray empty matter and sorrowful shadow itself.

Only then able feel the singular pinprick of promise

The exquisite pain of the one last spark left within…

The indestructability of soul, an urging of the way

A reminder of another existence, of kindred lingering

Others suffering life, not truly sensing, or perceiving,

The auspicious ignition of epic mortal reincarnation

Unfolds the cycle with altered anatomy and modified mind.

Strength from the past journey, Perseverance for the present,

And a mindful mentality for the destined deviation of Future

Into the defense, development, and deliverance of

Others traveling this same unexpected and seemingly endless path…

With livelihood defined, spirituality thriving, support accepted, and excessive solitude forgotten,

You lean alongside me and with that slightly deep, resonant voice

And whisper “Can you pass me the water?”