Prayer #3
A little prayer
Lords of beyond, hear my words and heed them true
I ask a lot I know, but what am I if not a mere beggar
So much desire dives my soul in dubious paths
Doubt chains my body to the place it now stands
I move aimlessly back and forth, alive yet not living
The small pleasures attach me to a life of more
I seek again and again the foul, the lesser, the petty
I repeat sins I’d already overcame
they come back to haunt me
The words of salvation I hear give me minute light
A heart overwhelmed in joy, eyes watching the true way
I think I am finally bound to my Nirvana
Rain washes my road away, cold cools my heart
As quick and certain of victory, I am back to my daily struggle
Lamentations fill my thoughts
I was so right, yet I’m not. Not any longer.
Truth feels like an illusion
Like I’ve been wandering inside a maze
The blink of happiness when I see a new path
Soon becomes the same old place I’m still trapped
The sun above gives me hope but only this
It offers no help, no clue. I’m none the wiser by its light
So I beg, my body filthy with this foliage
My feet shoeless and full of dirt from the road
I beg, lords of beyond, break in this maze a hole
Or guide my path out of this endless pain
Take me out, let me feel the breeze again
Let me stare at the horizon and see the sunset
How long can I hold myself together here?
Will you not oblige me with your grace?
