The Ferocious Crescent of Sun

In Shakespeare's (and Faulkner's) immortal phrase 'the sound and the fury' of existence threaten always to overwhelm us. So it was for the disciples in the fishing-boat when the storm raged and the master slept. Convulsions and upheavals have the run of the world. Similarly when evil appears to hold sway - when forces of terror run rampage and something inhuman takes up its abode in human faces - then the master sleeps. Is it enough to counter this by force of will, by strength and power, by rule of law? Not exactly - terror has won when all we have to oppose it is law and might.

The answer is to softly waken the master. This is not merely the imposition of the ego onto circumstances and events. It is the discovery of peace in human wakefulness. There is nothing else which can put the humanity back onto the human face or still the raging storm. This is the quintessential opposite of force. Let the master awake and peace will descend.

On a silent day

I would find

as many suns in the sky

as I need

to state my truth.

But when clouds circle

and winds retrieve

their debt of stillness

from the earth

I must command

the storm

and fear no evil.

I am

the ferocious crescent of sun

which burns its edge

through dark mystery

into the morning.

Jay

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