written work by Karin Taylor
Copyright Karin Tayor Nov 2013
In all my torment
the birds still tweet their song
the cicadas still shed their skins
the flowers still grow
the ferns unfurl
new life is born
mothers hear their newborn’s first cry
As I lament and sigh
In the stillness I am aware
that the order of things
Day and night
are not overturned
by emotion or empty stares
neither are day and night
affected by war, tragedy, sorrow
The order of things prevails
As my tears drop one by one
like little glass spheres onto the ground
into the rivers, ocean and soil at my feet
I remember both day and night
and steady myself on the solid ground
that only the order of things prevailing
can still provide
All things pass, including day and night
however, the passing from day into night
and night into day, provides me a compass
that helps me navigate from point to point.
Dragging my feet, from one point to another
I find my way through each day and into the
sombre sobriety of night and the dancing
jewel of morning light.
I will not succumb to the terror that stalks
the darkness, for daylight will be upon me
soon. Thus far, it has not failed to reveal
itself, it is a reliable junction.
Saliently, I will journey forth with my sail
full, pregnant with the natural forces that
drive me from place to place, pausing only in
the ebbing lulls, preparing for the next flow
I carefully keep my vessel steady and my eyes
trained on the prize.
It is not a rainbow or a pot of gold I seek,
something more than wealth and gold and mere
daydreams in the golden sun must spur me on.
It is the yin and yang of life, that provides
the best example. The night and day. Life
itself is a miracle, and what lies within that
miracle, is an abundance of experiences, through
which we travel. My effort is pure and simple.
I would become enlightened. I would have wisdom.
This is the prize. I labour long for it. I visit
all kinds of trouble in order to secure it. I
give my gold up for it. I become the barefoot
traveller for it. I wear rags and have no riches
or wealth because of it. I give my all for it.
For I treasure it more than wealth or clothes or
shoes. Wisdom is the beginning of the end. We
come to it once our life has been lived and have
only a short time to impart it, before we pass
from day into night, where our mortal bodies no
longer constrain us.
The impartation of wisdom is all I seek, the supreme
treasure, though I am ungainly, though I am weak and
human, though I fail each day in many ways, though I
mask my pain and smile, though I comfort others despite
my own despair, may I seek wisdom with savoir-faire,
in great humility, despite my unsophisticated ways.