Samson: (edit 1)

"The sun is within me and so is the moon"
Author: Kabir

Your hands

are embedded with minute

fragments of bone, a tribute

to the jaw of the jackass—how clearly

you should have seen then,

the warning implicit in your weapon.

The flesh that covers them—warm

even now, (the ridicule you have become)

chained and kept far from the sun—flesh

that has touched lips and breast and blood,

touch now what your eyes can no longer see—

and your mind expounds, as only a mind can,

how your eyes, lured by lunacy, have led you to this place;

for in the dark

you have forsaken yourself, followed instead

the fallacy of the moon

whose weight is nothing

compared to yours and whose light

is but a reflection—a lake that reveals

but has no reality—yet

you gave the moon all your secrets,

allowed the sickle to shear your strands

and remove your strength; now

your hands, hands that once held, caressed and fought,

rest upon the two pillars of the temple

as you strive to bring everything down…

yourself

the moon

and the shame of being blind when the sun

gave you all the light you ever needed.