Blood Moon

The howls of the beasts ripping apart the silent canvas
On a night so stark with promise of wonders unseen
The moon on the 16th of May bearing witness to
The strange occurrences in its sartorial sanguine

The green leaves, the hornbill fluttering alike
The willows swaying as the storm bristling arrived
Wind whistling tunes unheard of to Luna
Oh the strange occurences in its sartorial sanguine!

Unlikely seems the chances of attainment
Uncanny how Buddha found himself on this day
Any semblance of clarity or enlightenment
Shrouded by the raging turbulence

If history is any indication at all
Then a night of turbulence climaxes in union
A Samana starving the shell with listless walks
In the pursuit of death or jubilation

The strength to cross the mighty river,
Seemed impossible with the overwhelming fragility
Felt easier to surrender completely,
Swept away by the underlying current in tranquility

There's no haste to take that single step
What is the matter of life and death as we call it?
And with that realisation the strength flew back
As he went and sat down below a thick banyan tree

Engaged in unwavering connectedness
That doesn't ebb and flow like the river of thoughts
He sat in blissful unperturbedness
The storm within settled, bowing down to the core

"Do we discard this as a lore?", asks my sister
Twirling a strand, brown eyes brimming with curiousity
"How to have faith when you don't know?"
"Not a shred of evidence, just an idea of reality"

Living in a temperate dream doesn't debunk snow
We haven't seen lava spewing or heard tsunamis roar!

Well established facts can give us a run for our money
But hearsays can hold beauty if we know where to look
Where proving and disproving can exist in harmony
When led to this realm from within we are shook

"So have faith Luna, your mind is like the moon
The chaos in it the storm which will settle in the ruins
For the end is one whether you rage or praise, for all that bristles or croons will go up in fumes."