The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Monday, April 12, 2010


How I weep for thee
Broken by the tyrant's gore
Align the road in shuffled step
With heads bowed low before

Though you are God Incarnate
A breathing part of that Great Whole
We cannot turn the hearts of stone
Who feed upon the blood of souls

Still that Great Whole is beauty pure
And those molesters, part as well
Engaged in ever winnowing
Dividing into heaven and hell

All ages from the Indra flow
Soon, our fair age will pass away
Then in the fire of all rebirth
We'll rise again another day

I pray that each concurrent flesh
Will in the grace of ages climb
Our acme of the soul attained
And we will all nirvana find

So in that day we use our hearts
To balance wind and wave and sun
Like Camelot in dappled green
No more Nanjing for anyone

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