Tea and Prose
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
– Frank Herbert, Dune.
It was a pitch-dark starless night.
Rain pattered furiously on the streets,
The wind repeatedly rattled on my window screens.
I sat silently on the corner of the bed
With the sheets pulled close to my chest.
A tremendous flash of lightning
Cracked the sky in two,
Followed by a sharp thunderous boom
Sending shivers down my spine.
But, I listened to the violence of the storm all the while.
Frightened yet curiously amazed by the magnanimous power of the skies.
Day 74
Long and lonely she stood
Waiting for the storm to pass.
Many dreadful, angry faces crossed her.
Not one friendly, helpful smile.
“Just a little while longer.”
She said to herself.
Soon came the time,
With a shrug of her shoulders
and a quick sudden pull,
She tore off the shackles,
Unfurling her dragon wings full.
A deep breath later, she took flight,
Leaving behind humanity and all of it’s supposed might.
Day 66
The ineffable mysteries of the soul
Has many untold endless desires –
Needless appetite for mastery,
Wretched craving for possessions,
Delusory hope for enlightenment,
Bountiful want of happiness,
Intense moments of fierce passion,
Perpetual period of peacefulness.
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