So honestly, my true intention
is to live this life better than you.
Petty, I know.
But just so tempting to declare
that I can come to my end,
somehow elevated with an esteem
that will grab the gods' attention.
Perhaps, they will applaud,
and grant me a life saving boon.
In my excellence, I will request
an honorarium for my sacred duty-
To leave this world with all of you
brimming in the knowledge
that it does not mater how well
you live your life.
Because you'll know that the love-
my love, your love, the forever love-
is more compliant than desire,
and more abundant than the wind.
Step outside, for you might leap
into eternity from there.
Gaze to the right
and be comforted and fearless.
Know that I am beyond,
and armed with my gratitude
for our imperfect loving, I have been able
to discipline doomsday.
It looks away so sheepishly now,
so aware of its inability to build
an alter higher than the tears shed,
the cries of joy,
on the day you were born.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
So honestly, my true intention
is to live this life better than you.
Petty, I know.
But just so tempting to declare
that I can come to my end,
somehow elevated with an esteem
that will grab the gods' attention.
Perhaps, they will applaud,
and grant me a life saving boon.
In my excellence, I will request
an honorarium for my sacred duty-
To leave this world with all of you
brimming in the knowledge
that it does not mater how well
you live your life.
Because you'll know that the love-
my love, your love, the forever love-
is more compliant than desire,
and more abundant than the wind.
Step outside, for you might leap
into eternity from there.
Gaze to the right
and be comforted and fearless.
Know that I am beyond,
and armed with my gratitude
for our imperfect loving, I have been able
to discipline doomsday.
It looks away so sheepishly now,
so aware of its inability to build
an alter higher than the tears shed,
the cries of joy,
on the day you were born.
(So sorry for the edits. Funny how you can obsess over a piece for an afternoon, and still miss a “the”.)
Title lifted from the 2nd Teaching, 40th verse of the Bhagavad-Gita, trans. Barbara Stoler Miller: "No effort in this world, is lost or wasted; a fragment of sacred duty saves you from great fear."