Break the Storm

On loss of faith and loneliness

Who hides Ram? 

The search for Ram 

Is as problematic as the ignorance of Ram 

What do you do 

When the search becomes the obscurer? 

Certainly when something is lost

One must search to find it. 

Perhaps in this case 

Ram is not lost 

There are days when I see him so clearly 

That nothing could take me from my joy 

There are other days 

Where his scent has wafted to nothingness 

Where does Ram go? 

Does he leave at all? 

My sense is that he is always here 

But I lose my willingness to see him. 

Somehow the present is consumed 

By the illusions of past and future. 

These clouds seem to come on their own 

And I must call on the sun of Ram 

To break the storm.