In the Night
The fanned failings of others,
sieved through whirling thunderstorms
are a mere reflection
of my own unresolved
steel plated dice,
like a crafty trickster
I have cleverly disguised.
As I remove my armament
before bed,
I find it is jammed,
its bands tangled,
its clasps eroded.
It is time to uncover myself
and face my state,
as there are no weapons
awaiting to afflict me
in the night.
A. Johnson
Photo by A Johnson, Kingston, Ontario, Canada
Inspired by:
Buddha, The Dammapada
Commenti