Prelude to Truth

On the anguish of near despair

The landscape of poverty looms clear

In a biting rejection of what you sought

So dear

Only to discover the vanity

Of a delusional dream reality

Where threats ending in beginnings

Draw you into dark haunting affairs.

To know the memories of sorrow,

To know the missing of living

Crows cry blind for love.

Vexed by partial understanding

In a body of purity

Bubbling brooks calling

Mind in mind, bones to bones

Breathing through impurities releasing

In sensations of craving,

A sunrise dawning in the spirit’s deep cutting. The closeness embraces you,

A sweet violence surrendered

In dying forests

Of stillness arising on breaking branches where bellows of truth crack in echoes.

Alone you see the charnel grounds

Observing a dead body

Again and again

To smell the ripening leaves concede,

In red, orange and brown

They quietly bleed in the Yellow Sea.