“I would, if it wasn’t for…”
This invisible prison door;
harboured fear at its core.
No start or a midway quit,
every aversion to commit;
a fruition is denied permit.
Awaiting the perfect time,
that might never be mine;
paradigm paralysis prime.
Imagine gossip as a case in a court of law;
the best anecdotal spectacle you ever saw.
The absent defence now dismissed as lies,
any presumption of innocence silently dies.
Not any subsequent return to one’s senses
can rein in all the damaging consequences.
Either way, the verdict spreads like wildfire,
unstoppable in spite of any contrary desire.
The Golden Rule is apophatically true:
Do not commit against another being,
what you wouldn’t want done to you;
a perspective shift that’s truly freeing.
By refusing to give power to violence,
the suffering isn’t further propagated.
“No” shatters the paralysis of silence;
Love for sanctity of Life is reinstated.
Tranquil, abiding with a fistful of phone,
enchanted by this dazzling screen-light,
lullabied by the sweet notification tone;
requiem for virtual dream to take flight!
Sensations going wild as it finally rings,
the loyal ear rushes valiantly to its side;
eager, anticipating any gossip it brings!
Alas, the salesman had little to confide.
Doing the same over and over again,
expecting different results is insane.
True if circumstances don’t change;
that would however be very strange.
Mastery rests firmly upon repetition,
where ability increases by condition.
Juvenile elephants are tied to poles;
too weak to resist their forced roles.
Still same rope as they grow strong;
a broken spirit will not rectify wrong.
What of our forfeits and inhibitions;
which stories fuel our submissions?
Ignorance is terrible poison for a Soul;
the antidote is Truth taken as a whole.
Even the sweetest of lie-induced bliss,
can not remain in the presence of this.
Any real integrity one aims at growing,
asks for commitment to true knowing.
If our reality is courageously revealed,
needless suffering may yet be healed.