A Poem to People in Mourning
The earth hears the whispers of despair
The quietness echoes in the night, echoes as the dawn light pulls the veil from the night sky
The light collapses, the birds stop singing, but dawn has no choice but to release the radiance in the sky
The air breathes in and releases a pulsing chatter
The frail leaves rustle, but they cling to the trees, afraid to be released, afraid to dwell in the poverty of the soil
Drifting down, they collapse into the dense fragmentation of shame
There is a void so resonate, not even the songbird can fill the emptiness with warmth
Words not spoken, because they are too painful to understand
Song not sung, because there is only a grainy echo of what is eroded
The ether quivers with the weighted knowing of the fate of its freedom
No longer hidden by the bitter pollution of internal eternalness
Emboldened to precipitate venom, choking the seasons to cease the remembrance of the other
Curses become common and darkness transforms into infected charm, marred by ugliness and rage
Fire hath no boundary, the flames flame, the hatred consumes, fear is the fire
Dusk arrives, heavy with the heat and turmoil of energy lost within the battle; the earth is still and smoldering
Beauty has no choice but to cry, witnessing the constriction, the withholding, the immobility of love
She remembers all the times past, the hours lost to fighting, the years lost to war, the bonds broken by lies
Fire without boundaries, poison mummifying land – severing the vak of Brahma, shadowing humanity in darkness
One hundred centuries, one hundred yugas, one hundred lives, one hundred steps
In the shadows is the hollowness of what is remembered, what is known, what is true
There is tender mourning in the void of what is lost, in the felt-sense of the loss
In time, Dawn will return, bearing witnessing to the eternalness of the rhythm
The Beloved will wait for the unfolding, will wait for the the song to be sung
Always knowing that Beauty can never be hidden
Sakala School of Integrative Teaching