All the Good Heaven Can Bring (Reprise)

There have been some few times this my life in
Too conscious of my own effect on they
To whom I helped recently some truth win
More comfortably wished me far away

Desiring not remember ’twas my gift,
My willingness open communion for
Allows the spirit higher now to lift
Than it had capable been of before

Wished to pretend that no one else’s pray’r
Warning, suggestion, even benefit
Of long experience helped to get them there —
They were the start, middle, and end of it

At such time ’tis my habit acquiesce
Their spoken or unspoken preference
Rather by absence happiness they bless
Than summon up the truth of my defense

From whom it is the last thing wished to hear
Much more convenient some otherwhere
While making me here guilty to appear
For karma truly ’tis their own to bear

Ever doth the unusual take on
Reflexive blame for whatever we see
Broken, diseased, confused, jealous or gone
After in any home it happen be

So I departed, and so took the blame
Along with all hardships of traveling
And future slurs upon my sinless name
Wishing them all the good heaven can bring



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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