The Suffering Spark


Beauty does not create
Her mirror is enough
Strength does not feel
His every weakness pursued.

Only the suffering spark struck
From life’s sharp flint
Takes tinder from pain
To illuminate the dark.

Human being is not complete
Only life rounds out
By blows and sudden shocks
The depth of inherent heart.

The purest gold is only won
From a thousand fiery smeltings
Return ever and again oncemore
No resisting this moving wonder.


About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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