Kalachakra.

Hurt, pain, lost,
insane,
Words, powerless?
Lost to craving, moving
back,
But stack against the
odds,
Demons and Gods make-shift
with their rods,
Prodding, poking, stoking
the flames,
In the center, given no
names,
Welcoming their aims, smiling,
never again playing their
games,
Tempted, but thirst no
more,
Battle worn, but no longer
sore,
Forgive, old friend, no
settling the score,
Seen, every visit, clean
and centered,
Whole, never again splintered,
Craving, gone, saving, won,
Dedicated to all,
Nothing to lift up, no one
to fall,
Uncovered, unfettered,
just a passing cloud,
Grounded in silence, so silent
its' loud,
Deafened legions of unsettled
mind,
Healing the suffering, giving
sight to the blind,
No one is left behind...
-Namaste-
(C) D.C. Chapman
03/11/2013