The hardest words to say, for me,
Is “let it be.”
Let it be Thy will, and not mine.
I can’t see Time
Stretched ‘fore me as a mountain range,
Nor can I change.
On my own.
Myself, in the valley, is dark.
I eat tree bark
And rest my head on stone pillows.
Sky’s blocked – Willows
Whose branches reach to praise the Sun.
I am undone,
No more One.
Shivering underneath the shadows;
To perceived control; illusion
Of brain fusion.
Tiny glints of light, now and then,
Make me blink when
In hurried patches ‘cross my eye.
Alas, they die
In the shade. Again to ascend,
Force joints to bend
And crack against the daily grind,
While from behind –
One step, pain – the next, suffering.
Life is stepping.
Might cover disperse at the top
Where the sun’s hot
And the air’s crisp upon the skin?
There shalt thou win –
So they say.
I will not know today.