The Winds of Time

 

Today among the iris by the lake

A calm descended on my troubled heart

That for a timeless moment lived in peace.

To know that one is on the path of light

Illumining the great and minor flaws

That would not be addressed for many lives

Were we not blessed by having found a way

To face the anger and confront the doubt

That enters through the darkened cellar doors,

Impatience and unworthiness of self,

Desire and a vital restlessness.

To recognize the patient guiding hand,

The benignant touch upon our battered lives,

Beaten at times but for a brief escape

When stillness takes the soul and opens eyes

Weak and tired from the tears of war,

The endless losses on the battlefield,

Dissatisfaction with the pettiness

That rings our days and down inconscient night

In endless boredom lest we hold the Flame

In careful hands against the winds of time.