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I have been sorting through the poems,
affirmative thoughts, and notes I have
recorded and published on the blog.
Of course, there are many that were
written, and then hastily forgotten,
failing to catch my notice.
The affirmative thought below, that
I have now titled Hollow Warrior,
seemed to travel through time to grab
my attention this morning, carrying
a message that startled me, taking
my breath away.
Perhaps, today, I feel like a hollow
warrior, waking each morning to
continue a fight that only appears
to increase in difficulty, only to watch
many of us stoically struggle with
unearned distress, the very suffering
Buddha declared centuries ago to be
unavoidable.
Possibly, it was that this note knew
full well, years ago, that I had gotten
out on the despair side of the bed this
morning, wanting liberation from the
obvious struggles of life – reminding
me that although my passion may be
dented, it was not, and never would be,
extinguished, if I could find a way,
to be grateful.
Yes, this is counterintuitive, but, I guess,
so are most of the precepts of spiritual
enlightenment.
HOLLOW WARRIOR
Each step we take carries us through
time, a string of moments flash frozen
by a mind in pursuit of continuity,
a heart desperate to sort out the meaning
in the dust disturbed, it is precisely
this moment when we choose joy or
despair.
Even at its darkest, this life creation
we now inhabit, the muscles we empower
to move through it with tender strides,
to punch our way through the malaise
and grasp the significance of this journey,
allows even a hollow warrior to comprehend
its delicate purpose.
For us, who knows, even more, let us
sing an anthem of unwavering gratitude,
even as we wade through the suffering,
our hallelujahs washed with the ardent
tears of living, our passion dented but
never extinguished, as we declare:
all is well with our souls.
AT BY G. 4.15.2014
WITH LOVE, G.
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