purgatory
striving to meet the moment,
every aspect of physical existence
is torment..
reaching out to engage with the
pain that racks my body,
stinging fingers and toes,
rapid heartbeat - aching joints,
monstrous migraine - fevered thoughts
vile taste permeates inner core..
night time falls -
the darkness - each night lasts a lifetime:
tossing and turning,
striving to open to the message,
what is this?
day comes - light assumes
temporary relief..
I stride out through plaited countryside,
attempting to break through the barriers
of bodily incarceration..
I glean some measure of hope from
verdant foliage and glistening sunshine,
altho' still distant, in truth,
from touching what is real out there..
I reach vainly for that refuge of hope
within the outer limits of my patience
and understanding..
I pray that this episode will come
to a fortuitous close -
I regret my selfish indulgence,
yet strive relentlessly
to accept my bitter reality..
I vow to trust in the faith
that assures me redemption is at hand
yet struggle with this,
verily, struggle with this truth..
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Brave one, may this season pass quickly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jj4byWVh77E
Dear Antony,
I hate to think of your body in such pain. I hope your comfort can be found in the beauty of the Self inside of you, which is so full of Love.
Namaste, amazing Antony.
Lisa