Uploaded 4th October 2014
Performing the duty prescribed by (one’s own) nature, one incurreth no sin. -Bhagavad Gita
Galvanised to a height
he looked to his nearest legion,
not to demand that we are right living,
not to reach for forgiving.
led to his healing.
I let him mount his emotions at will,
always leaving room for negotiation.
and for the briefest moment in time
I felt like he might be one of my kind,
Within a fine toothcomb of his decision,
that all we had, all that we were in his vision
was a blank canvas to stand in
and open arms to command in.
Pleasure the only mountain
and pain the lonely river flowing from its source,
with greater openness of heart
he allowed each reel of feeling to slowly depart;
Close behind all the delusion,
we detected māyā, desire and disorder.
It is a fair question to ask:
why his destiny became the bigger task
God in his breath, man in his steps.
he exhaled to discover,
beauty in the co-foundry of lovers.