The Great Teacher: The Sword of Delusion

I do not often write in verse but this came to me while I meditated the other day.

What more proof does one need

Than to witness the monolith

The immense power of delusion

From ocean to ocean there marches

an uncountable number

of soldiers bedecked in weapons
like so many ants filled with poisonous venom

And even on the oceans,
Man has made land

that floats like islands

to bring their swords and arrows

And below
like a leviathan
the waters are tunneled by metallic worms
filled to bursting with the fires of hell

tell me, even of one man

If we opened their skull

would we find the sage within those folds
or would there be a king-scowling and brandishing
the scimitar?

with our children, with our spouses

our mothers and fathers

friends and acquaintances

even these, our supposed kith and kin,

those we use words like, ‘love’ and ‘care’
with-these holy words-even with these, our

‘precious’-we defile those words
Even with these we attack them with our

darkest winds, our lustful and power addled
desires

We only know this power, this lowly

corrupt, perverse power,

and it pervades the universe like water in a

soaked rag

But even this, even this, becomes a light to Illuminate
the flawless words of the Blessed One

for, even in the face of this seemingly all pervasive
Ignorance
This hateful ignorance
that rises up like some terrible mountain
Spewing and covering the sky
Even this is a light.

For tell me this. Against such might what general

would tell us to attack?

Which king would tell us the war
Is winnable?

And yet, the Blessed One has

The Blessed One has said to look
at his words and test them
and what greater proof is there
than an evidence that is pervasive?

Violence and so forth
pile upon the earth
and yet, among all this

there rises, again, and again

the lesson of Peace

It is not just the Daughters and Sons
Of the Conqueror that practice it
It is in each day, a secret moment, where the Mother
is not addled-that she whispers peace

And each age, a handful come to light
that teach Peace

That teach that it is the way

With the hordes of false teachers

both animate and inanimate
Who teach the opposite-for so long
How could it be that it still rises?

Be well G