“An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast;
a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.”
– The Buddha
Her words arrived suddenly
like a sandstorm in the Sahara desert,
so powerful yet so barren.
There was no comfort, no soft pillow
for the weary head, only changed landscape.
‘You’re too complicated’,
her voice echoed through the cold air.
‘Not complicated but complex’, perhaps.
Although simplicity is a high form of art
I enjoy the intricate paths of a maze.
‘You are too dark’,
she shouted into the night.
‘Not dark but deep’, I replied
turning on the light
to see the depth in each other’s eyes.
I was greeted by two hollow stars
that long ago lost their spark.
‘You’re so naïve’, she couldn’t help.
‘Not naïve but hopeful’
for without hope life is too heavy to bear.
I rather believe I can fly than
crawl through the muddy trail.
I paused in the moment of silence
that covered the room like heavy shadow
spreading into the empty space between us,
and then, I realized for the first time
she never knew me,our souls never met.
I finally smiled and breathed with ease again.
I could no longer try to connect
the paths meandering through different lands.
By Sharka Waite