Sunday, 1 May 2016

Samson: (edit 1)

"The sun is within me and so is the moon"
Author: Kabir

Your hands
are embedded with minute
fragments of bone, a tribute
to the jaw of the jackass—how clearly
you should have seen then,
the warning implicit in your weapon.

The flesh that covers them—warm
even now, (the ridicule you have become)
chained and kept far from the sun—flesh
that has touched lips and breast and blood,
touch now what your eyes can no longer see—
and your mind expounds, as only a mind can,
how your eyes, lured by lunacy, have led you to this place;
for in the dark
you have forsaken yourself, followed instead
the fallacy of the moon
whose weight is nothing
compared to yours and whose light
is but a reflection—a lake that reveals
but has no reality—yet
you gave the moon all your secrets,
allowed the sickle to shear your strands
and remove your strength; now
your hands, hands that once held, caressed and fought,
rest upon the two pillars of the temple
as you strive to bring everything down…


the moon

and the shame of being blind when the sun
gave you all the light you ever needed.

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