Turning From the Light

 

He waits for a weakness then attacks;

Even the smallest opening is enough

A moment of forgetfulness or worse,

The conscious turning away from the Light.

In anger or under the heavy cross of grief

The ego self in pity or in praise,

It may even be the return of old desires

Thought to be long dead but only suppressed

Cravings of the body or the mind,

Or worse, the turning away from the Light,

To dwell in darkness of our nether selves,

Content to live alone with nagging thoughts

Of one's unworthiness to walk the path,

Accepting that the climb is far too steep

And fall back into psychic somnolence

Pitying self and filled with self-despair,

Or worse, a willed turning from the Light,

Accepting the simple life of wants fulfilled,

Escape through television's numbing eye,

The six-pack and potato chips nearby,

A fast-food fix or more exotic fare

To sate the vital appetite or worse,

The conscious turning from the inner Light.