Other Arms Await You
Scalding words hurled,
Roaring flames of anger hungry to devour and negate
For a moment the fall into the abyss of inadequacy
Then a memory stirs,
A wordless voice reminds,
“Hurt not if the arms of this fickle world withdraw
Other arms await you,
Unseen arms of love that never judge
Arms that are awaiting just one turn of attention away.”
Pulled into the refuge of those arms wholeness is restored,
A wholeness that unflinchingly confronts the snarls
With a transcendence that knows itself to be beyond their reach,
And smiles at the dream identity the snarls target
And laughs with abandon in the security of the emptiness that is its heart.
- Anahita Sanjana (India)
The emptiness is no void but fullness of the effulgence of the Whole, पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं as the Upanishad says.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Touching! Goes right into the heart of Divine embrace- transforming the pain
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Thanks for posting. Sometimes it's the dragons breathing fire that cause us to look within, as there is nowhere else to turn!
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