The cold breeze blows over the murky greenness of the salacious
pond
My knuckled hands of fear clutch desperately to my shrunken
soul
My heart is racing and my mind is numb in horrid anticipation
The brackish green water is filthy and the pond is deep
My knees are shaky and my steps shuffle with hesitation
As time has come for me to dip into this squalid pond
I have sailed across mighty oceans, swam across the bluest
of seas
I have bathed in the warm clear waters of the sacrosanct
springs hidden in the highest mountains
But the turning wheel of fortune has now left me to the
mercy of this smutty pond
As my feet wade into the chillness of the foul water, my worried
mind wonders
Isn't the first dip, the coldest!
And after that, all the filth is but a wonted home
As the coldness is accustomed to and filth becomes a habit
Will I lose myself to the pleasures of filth?
Will I wade in the dirty pond with new found happiness?
Lost in the murkiness of the pond and comforted by the ease
of swimming in it
Will I not let filth seep into my heart?
Will I not let the filth dilute the values of my soul?
Will I let empathy drown and let the blossom of concern rot away?
As I step into this water, and take my first dip
I gently remind my self
Only the first dip is the coldest!
So don’t let filth become a wonted home
Don’t lose yourself to the valueless currents of pleasure
and the weeds of greed
Remember your root, and remember the lotus blossom on the
surface
Remember the times spent
in the warmth wisdom of the sacrosanct springs
As the coldness and fear plead with you one last time; it is
but a desperate reminder
Telling you, don’t lose yourself to the filth!
But this coldness is loudest the first time; and then wanes away forever!
So friend, wading in chillness of the filthy pond!
The first dip is the coldest! The rest is a battle on your
own!
