The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Monday, October 1, 2018

화유기

(Hwayugi)

Invocation

तुष्यत देव देवेश अन्याः श्रेष्ठाः च द्वादशाः ।
मोक्षयात 
तापात्दीनान्  श्रेयसि यान्तु ते सदा ।।

Tale

I dreamt I was Indiana Jones
Chased by a rolling stone
But the tunnel was a Mobius strip
And there was no way back home

The ceiling was broken in parts
Opening out to the sky
But for the purpose of escape
It was just a bit too high

On and on and on again
I ran then fell then walked
As soon as I thought it was gone
The stubborn stone appeared

Unable to run, unable to rest
Too hopeful to die
I was trapped in this cycle
Too weary even to cry

Cornered then I had no choice
But to turn around and look
And observe my nemesis
As the ground it shook

And I found the boulder then
Was of a curious sort
Just slow enough to outrun
But too fast for comfort

So placing my trust in my brains
And my heart in my hand
I braced myself for impact
Making it my last stand

Lo and behold! The boulder bold
Stopped right there in its track
The walls all came tumbling down
And I woke up on my back

This parable that Morpheus wove
I do now understand,
The Gods may write a cruel fate
But not one we can’t stand

With pluck and smarts and faith besides
All doom is overcome
The monkey with the heart of stone
Will to the monk succumb

Epilogue

I am no good at verse or to converse (to), but around good company I begin to think that although no meteor may cross my sky, the stars will always be bright.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Grand one