Vol 8, Num 11 :: 2009.05.22 — 2009.06.05
Give yourself to the days which come and go,
Perspective, circuitously forwards back at dim of day;
Let go, surrender to the essence of the sacred unknown.
Though pain beset you and its sting linger and be slow,
Throbs of longing, as they undulate, watersheds be, will sway;
Give yourself to the days which come and go.
Suffering, a hallowed harvest of angst in your soul doth sow,
Where the innocence of hope lies not gay, but, dead lay;
Let go, surrender to the essence of the sacred unknown.
Afraid of courage, resilient ambivalences rove to and fro,
And your burgeoning ills seethe amidst the faint of light’s ray;
Give yourself to the days which come and go.
Frail, weary of life’s fierce turbulence, a steady blow,
As the resolve of thy grip, slip, emerge with righteous rage, I pray;
Let go, surrender to the essence of the sacred unknown.
For you, my friend, wandering in wonder at the leeway of woe,
Sifting for elusive peace among the grains, resilience, a tattered fray;
Give yourself to the days which come and go,
Let go, surrender to the essence of the sacred unknown.
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