In caverns carved by shadows deep, where hope seems lost, a flickering sleep

 In caverns carved by shadows deep, where hope seems lost, a flickering sleep, We tread on paths where doubt takes hold, a weary heart, a story untold. The walls press close, a smothering night, a suffocating, endless blight. But wait, dear soul, for even here, a tiny spark, a point held clear.

A single ember, ember bright, defiance burning in the night. A fragile flame, a whispered song, where whispers turn before too long Into a chorus, soft and low, a gentle breeze begins to blow. The embers catch, the flame takes flight, dispelling darkness with its light.

The weight that held us, starts to ease, a newfound strength upon the knees. The walls recede, the tunnel bends, a distant glow, a promise sends. It beckons forth, a guiding star, a path we carve, no matter how far. For even in the deepest night, the human spirit finds its light.

From teardrops sown, a blossom grows, resilience blooms where sorrow flows. The cracks and scars, a tapestry, a testament to what we can be. The scars we wear, a whispered might, a testament to our inner light. So let it shine, with all its grace, and illuminate this shadowed space.

We are the warriors, bold and bright, who rise from darkness, claim our light. The tunnel fades, the dawn breaks through, a world awaits, a vibrant hue. We step outside, with hearts renewed, forever changed, forever imbued With strength we found in depths unknown, a light that burns, a seed now sown.

Courage.

Unlikely Buddha 2024