Within Still Centres...

Within still centres,
an ethereal light glows.
It resists the dark
ways of these chaotic times.
It guides poets
and artists, as they carry
their loads across roads,
that are seemingly endless.
Like in Golgotha,
these martyrs bear their crosses;
bloodied crowns of thorn
upon their ponderous heads.
Wounds of sacrifice
mark the paths of genius.
With Buddha nature
now realised, suffering
can be embraced,
and quietly transcended.
For in the springtime,
the lotus flower unfolds
Within still centres,
an ethereal light glows.