In the lone trembling night,
two days before the new moon,
this body arose, saturated,
from the fevered sweat of these times.
I pondered The Great Physician's
Sermon on Fire:
"Friends, all is burning...
burning with the fire of greed,
the fire of hatred,
the fire of delusion..."
(Samyutta Nikaya, Chapter 35, Sutra 28)
All at once, I was all of it:
Like curious children,
my aching feet carried me out
into the cooling winds of night.
Something unseen wiped my brow
and offered me a sip of renewal
direct from the midnight tapestry.