knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

  • Mood:
  • Music:

Miroku Meditates

Miroku Meditates

Weblike, the strands reach up his arm,
further and further,
numbering his hours
in trails of of black laced shouki.

Sometimes, when he thinks he is all alone,
he rolls up his sleeve
and look at the trail,
the death warrant
creeping towards his heart,
ever nearer.

At those moments,
he lets the feelings of regret roll through him,
the pain of longing
wrapped up in the sound of her warm voice,
the fire in her eyes,
the touch of her strong hand,
and tries not to let his dreams of what might be
with his dark-haired fighter
rip out his heart.

"Life is suffering," said the Buddha long ago.
Miroku, watching Sango from the corner of his eye
and knows the truth about attachment.
Tags: miroku, poem

  • Flashback

    (Someone, without meaning to, I'm sure, dropped me right back into the worst night of my life. I will see this over and over until it lets go. So…

  • Poem: Writing Daze

    They walk around me while I write, with a hey, ho, and a hey nonnie nah, They spin around me while I write, talking, laughing in my sight, watch my…

  • Watching the New Year Come in, 2012

    O brave new world, O brave new year full of potential unrealized, new, untried. May we, taking the first, tentative steps into your…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded