Poetry

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The Virtue of Pain

Pain spreads her wings under nightfall, in hast to dawn a new day;
Embrace her, bid her stay, then soon she flies away.

Ride the winds of change upon her beckon call;

Listen, with no cry of complaint, nor her violence, seek to forestall.

For as I looked upon her visage, faint glint of tear drop did shine aglow;

Soon sound 'o waterfall echoed in Brahman's Cave, to salt my pillow .

The muffled gasp, the breath withheld, soon thought was vanquished too;

Then came the calm – dark, cold and numb, all torment to subdue.

Lost in voidness, I did languish, hoping for eternal rest;

Little did I promise self, her ravages to redress.

The storms were past, my soul was drenched, to wash away each sin;

And as I awoke to Solar blast, His light exposed my grin.

Then pondered long, and deep did plow, to furrow field's brow;

As I cast bright rainbow light upon the eternal now.

So tender walk the winding path of pain;

Until one spiral spins in sync the heart to brain.

In such instance, instantly all is known;
And where once weed was sown, now lotus bloom is shown.