SAMSON:

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

Your hands

still embedded, minutely,

with fragments of bone

from the jaw of the jackass – how clearly

you should have seen then,

the warning implicit in your weapon –

 and the flesh that covers your fingers,

warm even now, ridiculed as your are,

chained and kept far from the sun,

flesh that has touched lips and breast and liquid essence, touch now

what your eyes can no longer see - and your mind explains to itself,

as only a mind can - how your eyes

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, like the lake that reveals

but has no reality, yet

you gave the moon all your secrets,

allowed the moon to remove your strength

and now

your two hands, hands that once held, caressed and fought,

rest upon the pillars of the temple

as you strive to bring everything down…

yourself

the moon

and the shame of being blind when the sun

gave you all the light you ever needed.