We are set apart,
Something not a part,
Something distant
From the changing times,
The blowing winds,
The seaside escapes,
The tiny escapades,
From running reasoning minds
Of brilliance and cavalcades,
The rising of the tide,
Indisputable arguments,
The wrestling with impermanence,
We sit silent, unafraid,

Not needing,
Not needing reinforcements,
Not needing attention,
Not needing victory,
Not seeking to defeat,
The difficult suffering,

What we do is hard,
Content in being apart,
Passing beads through fingertips,
Touching and caressing,
The presence lingering within,

Expanding darkness,
Empty space filling,
Purging imperfections,
Overwhelmed and tongue-tied,
At peace in rustic abstinence,
Content with our wretched poetry,
Unafraid, fearing no thing,

Happy with all things,
Loving and kind,
Fighting back the violence within,
Aware the battle is within,

Knowing hope,
Knowing charity,
Knowing faith,

While unsure about everything,
Doubting ourselves,
Not believing in ourselves,
Fasting, abnegation, frugality,
Renouncing, rejecting, refusing,
Flowering from within.