Like a Mantra in the Night

When the mind won’t rest
even for half a second
when it vacuums every bit
of potential awareness

What is left then
but prayers to recite ?
what’s left then
are mantras to chant …

These can arise as the last resort
and give birth to the last chance
for love to color
the ocean of darkness

Then, a wavering mantra
in the darkest night, carried by the weakest voice
Through the repeated assaults of the chilly winds
can ignite the unexpecting heart

Franck Joseph

©FJ oct 2018
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