cusps of beginning
emotions of grief loss and bereavement had filled his days
for so long now and he had resolved most issues to some satisfaction
he dreamt of a turning point transition and profound metamorphosis
maybe he should have a butterfly tattoo on his physical body
the thoughts and feelings were necessary for moving on
yet he needed rest for his irritable soul and shift of consciousness
then came a profound emptiness not in the Buddhist sense
at least not so far as a personal Nirvana stillness serenity
more so a void a dark cloud waiting for a light lining of hope
he would have been tempted to refill his cup at the cusp
but what had defined him in the past was no longer there
and shallow pleasures or delusions of instant happiness
were not available on his horizon and the rainbow invisible
an empty vessel might be the better choice than hollow gratification
patience had never been his best virtue and the road ahead was rugged
full of rocks crevices speed bumps potholes and absence of direction
a tsunami had come and he could not push the river any longer
which made him hold on to the reed of faith acceptance and courage
he spoke to himself that one day he would wish to wake up
and say out aloud I am fully present in this day and the moment
right then he realised that he had just announced the very thing
he had been lacking and God had given him a simple answer
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