Sunday, May 3, 2026

Shambhala

The tear of forgiveness,
A song of water
in the realm of senses,
A method to madness,
A slave subliminal
To the land of barbarians.

Mercy recedes from justice, from peace,
To liberation from desire, from gravities.
An act antecedent on gravel and stone,
Obsessed with nostalgia to repent and atone,
With credence that heals, with cadence and candour,
With great expectations in fields of Flander.

Saviours mourn for distances
The white dove brings in between,
Eternal flames of luminescence,
Light where dark once had been.

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