Wednesday, 30 July 2025

The dark jar

The dark jar that smells so good
Is lying vacant as I give up being rude
And I emerge from its blackness
Awakened to my worth of gold
Into the marketplace of the world's desires.
Many seek me but I don't see them as good
Because their conduct wavers from what should
And then dwelling in my teacher's mission
I abandon comfort for that lofty vision
And snakes come and gather about
And I a damsel distressed cry out loud
And I sit and toil on my many unique creations
Filling them with beauty and my heart's reason.
My loves are all within me for now
Tethered to my soul, tethered to all who follow
And I abandon pride, I vanquish greed and fear
As I wipe out single-handedly all the many tears.
Many jewels pile up in my soul
In abundance, leaking out for it would not hold
And the many of the world's desires
That bring suffering and raging fires
I have understood, yes I have understood
Handing out love as consuming food
And the taste is pleasant, the flavour divine
Of all I have to offer, all that is mine
And back into my dark jar I go,
The one that smells so good,
The one that taught me the flow
Of the varied rhythms of life's song
That is strummed with and only on strings of love.

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