Thursday, November 5, 2015

Bei Kuan-tu - Blindness




 As a war-weary soul
pursues some form of finality,
the Light,
that lit the hearts of men
fell prey to sadistic shadows.
There, carnality found insanity it's logical end.
And the heart—
turning diabolical, devoid of heat
became a psychological wasteland
absent of color and life.

It was here, in hopeless ruin
that Wisdom ushered in,
like a seed penetrating an unyielding surface,
rising out of disarray.

Wise ones, sages of the Light,
appeared without announcement.
Scattered amongst men
they were quickly cast as strangers
misfits of the night.
Their jagged staffs, carved by paradox,
brought penetrating expression,
of word and deed.

Using riddles and simple parables,
they confounded the teachers of their day
whose hooded heads slithered
in eerie shadows,
filled with enmity & jealous sneers.

With eyes aglow
these wise ones walked in imponderable liberty.
Onlookers witnessed this freedom,
a childlike serenity
and the power of presence.
Less observant bystanders
kept their distance
meddling in their own madness.

With leathered hands and steely eyes
these lowly sages proclaimed the light of love.
Simple ones recognized their authenticity, 
but the righteous, blinded by delusion,
found only the allure of folly
spellbound in self-imposed cells.

It was here love placed it’s shield
against the stones of ignorance and rapacity
where illusions dissolved like wax to flame,
winter gave way to spring
and life rose from smoldering ash.

People leapt with joy,
hearts caught fire.
For these wise ones were the repairers of the breach
Beings of hope
for a humanity who’d lost its way.
For the Truth,
timeless and tender,
fractured even darkest of clouds
bringing forth incompressible light
stirring many to rise from slumber
where shadows were no more.

A new day had come…

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