Sacred Contracts X: Sorrow

For in much wisdom is much grief: and he                
that increases knowledge increases sorrow.                
               
It’s a fluid remembrance                
So precisely chronicled                
From the division of Water,                
and Air and earth, Creation                
Stampeding as a wildebeest                
Forging across a young planet                
Teeming with the vulnerability                
Of dust and form and breath.                
               
It’s the nostalgia of discovering                
Something lost or forgotten:                
A Chinese kite in the attic                
from when you were just ten.                
It’s the humility of a child                
Gifting his allowance to an elderly                
Couple in the grocery store aisle;                
It’s the secret of epiphanies                
Penned in these journals                
Destined for fire upon death;                
It’s the beauty of homelessness             
Tasted after cataclysmic loss.               
It’s the chronic ache of suffering                
an acceptance which accompanies                
Obedience to a moral directive                
Both crucifying the flesh while          
Championing the Truth of Love:                
               
Do as thou wilt…                
Do as thou wilt…                
Do as thou wilt…                
               
But…Harm none.                
~                
               
Painting 'The Accolade' by Blair-Leighton