Blind as we're born
A world lost in delusion
Men find the old ways forlorn and forgotten
Instead find alluring golden roads leading confusionScarce can he tell,
What among the sand is a pearl
Trading precious his own worth
That he might win the worldBut in that long hour of night
Lost between dreams
When the pains of life's loss
Reveal life's existence to be, not quite what it seemsHe finds aching a thirst must be quenched,
Though finds himself clothed in the delight of his sense
The old ways left abandoned in times before henceYet in the dark finds a candle's small flickering flame
whose light gives the strength shaking shackles from his frameAnd though alone sits at midnight,
Where is dark with no light
Finds for a moment,
That his eyes have gained sightThough what he sees,
Words nay can describe it's form, nor it's time,
Nor it's place
But there saw not for a second, nor minute,
Nor the smallest of space
Yet indeed glimpsed that instant
Buddha's Infinite Grace
* * *
You are welcome to print and circulate all articles published on Clearharmony and their content, but please quote the source.