THE PATTHU OF HYDE PARK

Poetry

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BY RUI CARLOS DA CUNHA

Do you have faith? In the unknown? In the uncertain facts? The unseen, the invisible?

Observe contradiction with a clear mind. Do not engage with mindless punditry.

Yellow journalism on social media. Stay calm. Do not engage. It is your choice.

Observe the sky, the clouds move steadily. What part does not reflect your mind?

Understanding, often misunderstood for selflessness, sees through an argument.

Hold the cereal bowl with both your hands in reverence to God hidden beyond the sky.

Arguments encompass both sides without ill-will or animosity to the godless masses.

Virtual in belief, unshaken, undisturbed, an easy life, unquestioned faith wavers.

Enter the cave, a metaphor for darkness, or the mind. The internal mechanism.

Forget the past, the incidents you remember, the harm others caused you.

At this moment, you are free. I absolve your sins. Your past mistakes. Blindness.

I am the Patthu of Hyde Park. I see past the dark hype. Beyond contradiction to God.

Tremble not before fear, before impermanence. Nothing lasts forever.

Hope lost. Defeated souls. Broken. The internal remains unshaken. Pulverized.