Anahata

Within the passion and the tension

Unleashed anger, unheld tears

Within the loathing and the longing

Harsh rebukes and helpless fears

Within the terror and the torment

Frozen fire, frozen time

The love that moves in silent moments

Calls and claims us as its own.

I call for knowledge, call for wisdom

Call for patience in despair

In midst of graces never ending

In midst of mercies ever there.

Heart can harden when hard driven

Mind can fail when too hard pressed

The love that draws us to each other

Be forgotten, be repressed.

Why must we always rage so proudly

Why is it we can never pause

In midst of beauty ever present

In midst of life’s eternal cause?

I call upon the one before me

Upon the one who clearly knows

The way beyond all false distinctions

The way beyond all needless woes

The way beyond the fire and ferment

The way beyond the yeas and no’s

The way of light forever shining

The way through which we all can go.