Stars watch me in my sleep
Sleep in the endless deep
Deep dark swallows my soul
Soul beaten in the dark so full
Full of nothing, just a simple void
Void wins, my light destroyed
Destroyed light but not my wisdom
Wisdom gives greater clarity than any other system
System gone, but not my understanding
Understanding now, void has no standing
Standing with no body, lack of power
Power is mine at the most important hour
Hour past, now the stars are gone
Gone no longer the day has been drawn
Drawn to obscure the night that still remains
Remains but only the body that a spirit feigns
Feigns life and power that never existed
Existed only the watching stars that, for me, assisted
Life is but a dream
As what we perceive and experience
Are all ephemeral and temporary
A favourable occurrence or an unpleasant one
Are all but fleeting truths
That play upon the screen of life
Impermanence is their trait
So never be affected by it all
Hard times teach us a deeper sense of self and purpose
Strengthens our resilience in times of adversity
Provides a greater appreciation of life and loved ones
An increased capacity for altruism and empathy
Introspect in staid stillness
Meditation is the key to profound insight
For the realisation of the eternal light
Comes in a state of calmness in the mind
To achieve greater clarity and peace of mind
In a spiritual and intellectual awakening
Where we don’t seek shadows but the true source of light
Amidst the chaotic and transient nature of life
Live in the present neither the future nor the past
As sand moves continuously through the hourglass
And the alarm clock is ringing
Ding a ling a ling!
Do our tears evaporate
Or do angels carry them to heaven
My dress, I should think, they’d saturate
Yet not a single stain’s been given
But look, out there upon the sea
Fog seems to appear from nowhere
An ocean breeze carried tears away from me
I sit upon a sandy dune and stare
Hours pass and slowly the fog lifts
Suddenly, I, too, sense greater clarity
The sadness gone; my mood shifts
To one of deep serenity
Things that hurt, words that bite
Are washed from my memory
I’ll be able to sleep again tonight
And rise to greet the morning glory
Catharsis comes from tears on the wind
And once the pain has passed
I realize these tears came to be my friend
Dark hours are quenched at last
*Written May 22, 2014