That Which Endures

There are times

on the inner journey

when the winds of samsara blow

the veils of maya and

curtain the horizon

the path ahead shrinks

down to three visible steps

then one

which must be taken nonetheless

...and the next

until the soul's foot

will no longer lift

to the command of spirit

What remains

is the will to stand

a persistent drum, anchored in

the central chamber of the heart

a lion roaring in the blizzard,

a tawny flame

that will not be put out

a stubborn stone

of waiting ....

demanding

Life