Forgotten Learnings

One possible history...

Looking through the convoluted machinations
of man made megaliths to faith,
I see ephemeral shadows of history
edited away in the name of religious power.
Follow mine eye to forgotten visions...

In an ancient cavern dedicated
to personal enlightenment sits many figures,
contemplating the impossible, attempting
to wrap their minds around sharpened corners
hidden in the depths of the psyche unplumbed.

One such figure is dark of skin, hair and eyes;
flashing with piercing intelligence
and wondrous kindness.
He stands, stretches away countless hours
spent with knees knotted together
in full lotus, blossoming understanding.

A wizened, wrinkled old figure in robes threadbare,
notices the change in his greatest student.
"Jesu, my child, will you leave us now?
Has not my guidance on your path helped you?
Has the Za-Zen reached the roots of your soul?"

In rich tones of well spoken love,
a momentous reply is offered,
"Master, it is time to travel home.
Your gifts will be shared with all
in my crusade against the corruption
of heaven's light.
I thank you for your time."

"Time will not be your friend, child."

The newest master bows his head
in the acceptance he has always known,
worn with the grace of kings.
"Yes, time befriends no one.
I will make love my constant companion."

His heels kick up sacred dust
on the way back to Galilee.