Art, Poetry

The Lion’s Blood Is Light

Lucha Loco, Singapore I found in my soul a weary journeyer Facing two different paths attracting Two distinct caverns in a heart That is miraculously still shining Both paths diverging under his shoes Both paths starting equally bright For he starts uninitiated to the night And still mistakes the shiny with light On the darkening road were lambs Bright-eyed, simple-minded, smiling But now starting to see the dimming And quickly finding that they’re dying But the other road, seeming narrow Leads to such bright a light that one Is both appealed and appalled by it Just as we wonder at and fear the sun Somehow, by inhuman revelation I can see beyond to the source of bright A majestic, powerful, wounded lion Spilling his blood that is a glorious light Encroaching on the shadowy path Just as the day defeats the night The lion roars a loud call to the traveler Inviting him to spill his own heart’s light That is glowing brighter within him Though he wrestles with choices Between the many loves of a heart Whispered to by a million voices To go one way is not to travel the other So he chooses and fearfully takes the lane Of the thin path by clear, still waters Towards the roaring lion’s mane #db