I Mercy You

It is not a physical death that we die,
in those moments of despair and bleak hopelessness.
The soul unable to endure,
seeks a refuge where there is none.

A higher Voice inside
whispers to US,
and asks us to Endure this pain,
and abandon past regrets.

“Confess your innermost truths,”
the voice demands, “and understand that within one lifetime,
a thousand births and deaths await you.”

A higher Voice inside
whispers to US,
and asks us to Endure this pain,
and abandon past regrets.

“Confess your innermost truths,”
the voice demands, “and understand that within one lifetime,
a thousand births and deaths await you.”

And in the quiet hours
when all is still and you are alone,
No man can touch you,
for the curse of humanity is this;
so separate,
each alone,
seeking wholeness,
from Perfection.

And yet perfection,
is God, or dog, or rock or waves,
crashing, barking, rolling motion,
eternal motion of this mind,
seeking Mercy,
the sound of which can be so kind,
and Compassion,
for the eternal family.

And suddenly
the enormity of the waves,
destroy our homes
and retreats back to the ocean.
And we prostrate ourselves,
begging for Mercy.

And the Earth replies,
harshly…
Volcanoes erupt,
hurricanes blow,
Earth’s surface breaks apart,
and we are left in Awe.

FOR A VIOLENT EARTH HAS NO MERCY

Survive the wrath and witness the perfection
of clouds,
the changing patterns and colors,
hues which illuminate, darken and disperse.

The Peace and Serenity of a blowing breeze,
the Sun rising like a glowing God,
shining above us in our discontent,
Shining above us in our sorrow and joy,
detached in its orbiting movement.

Sitting on the beach,
I worshiped this movement,
and out of Gratitude,
wept.

Written in Bangkok on September 13th, 1992.

~ Prisana Pipatpan ~

I wrote a new ending for my poem on August 18, 1997 during a full moon. My Mom wrote comments on the side of my poem asking me: “Mercy from whom?” Etc. In the end she asks me: “Who are you? To judge?”