Image: Gregory Colbert, Ashes and Snow
I’m not opposed to the wars that you fight
on the inside of the precious container that hosts your soul.
Struggle is a gift claimed only by the living.
Inner-conflict, an initiation rite for those who have
finally sensed their humanity.
Do embrace the enemy that is the sweet angel
come to wake you for mid-day prayer,
let this be it!
Refrain from enlisting in the projections of another’s battle.
you may decide to lure their combatant
into the trenches and bless them there,
this is all.
You must become so busy learning not to be at peace
with this world
that you finally surrender,
pledging your allegiance to
love for everything and nothing more.
© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser
Written in Phnom Phen, Cambodia - where, if you listen carefully, the ghosts of genocide will tell you what they have learned.
(Feel free to share. Poetry is meant to move.)