Beyond

Purple pod growing in the night,
drifting to darkness—
unable to bloom
without light.

Can you trust?
Can you accept?
Can you embrace?

Do you dare to shape it into reality;
when you’ve seen too much,
when you’ve been too hollowed?
Gutted. And mutilated.
When you’ve been so disappointed.

!!BEYOND BEARING!!

How can you go back,
to the one you once were.
and dream
and dream
and dream
of the future,
of a new world?

Rewrite your name—
To match your changing face.

Are you so different now?
Why?
Why?
Why?

Life is a riddle,
a poem,
a nightmare,
and a joke.

!!A TALE TOLD BY AN IDIOT!!

It is too heavy,
The weight.
Beyond words.

It is beyond comprehension,

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field:  

I’ll meet you there.” 

-Rumi-