Faith

The poem is dedicated to my DAIMOKU - CHANTING - 
NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO

Written for Jingle poetry potluck

A ray of white light and a galloping horse

from nowhere,

piercing eternity,

from within,

is searching for my soul,

to touch my inner core,

from inside the cocoon of conceit.

I must stand still and let it find me.

I stand in the complete eclipse,

in inky darkness,

I stay in the frozen cold,

among frost bites,

yet a strength

to bend down and collect

and gather afresh

those fragmented dreams

and bruised hopes

that were lying strewn on the ground,

unattended,

and stride steadfast

to cover that extra mile

lighted with a new found faith;

a gift

that helps refute death and

see strong promises in disease and decay;

a gift

that renders vision in the cataract eyes and

is perceived in the breathing lung of a new born.

Now,

I shall assemble my scattered self
 into my single self.

Now,

I am alive.

So I believe.
and

I believe.

So I am alive.