Image by Vilius Kukanauskas from Pixabay
The request to hug his brother’s killer,
Stimulated an evacuated space beneath her bony cages,
An unseen abode of neutrality dripping with penitence,
Fell into his arms like a lost toddler hugging herself.
You were there, too
In that serene and serendipitous space,
Yet, quietly asleep,
Lullabied through modern conditioning.
Desensitised to the pain of judgment and blame,
Trespassing over a sleeping heart,
Blasphemously casting labels upon the sacredness of life,
Treasonously impersonating the creator.
Who treats the non-compassionate — compassionately, and
Sprouts colourful flowers from coarse concrete ghettos,
Oscillates fertile elements in stinking manure,
Deploy’s irritating intruders to transform within their oyster-like chrysalis.
Yes, life does that.
It forms uncut diamonds under harsh and pressurised conditions,
And judges not the hereditary ignorance of its son’s killers,
For they know not the perils of judgment and condemnation,
They know not that unification renders judgment contemptuous.
For in the absence of blame, one finds sparse defence,
Here, captives rescue captors from danger,
Teachers remain students, and doctors are patients,
Love, too, remains inseparable from hate.
Paired as one invisible tight-rope beneath the bony cages,
Relaxation on one side and alertness on the other,
An equanimous and neutral sanctuary,
Wherein there’s no one to hug but your beautiful self.
Thank you for reading this poem: inspired by the video linked below.
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