Poet's Corner: A Close Conception
A Close Conception
Surely if anything this life is what we make of it
Malleable like desert sands in the wind
Or Canyons touched by their first rain drop
Cursed with a lack of vision, many seek to manipulate pebbles
Not knowing their own power to mold clay into form
Refusing to know ourselves
We cut our wrists on the sword that could have been bent
Into ploughshares
All seek the same essence
While only a Few look into the mirror to find it
Lost souls adrift a sea of torment scream out
Only to be ignored by their fellows
And then
The Light breaks and dawn emerges
Phoenix's rise to claim their birthright
Amidst a mixture of dust, sweat and tears
From Laughter
Word! is a part time Chinese Doctor and part time Buddhist Scholar. When he is not out saving the world he is writing poems inspired by The Goddess within or about yoga.
