Part 1: The shadow
“You are
no more significant than a speck of dust
In the
grand scheme of the cosmos.”
Not
sugar-coating such brutality:
Is that
your teacher’s kindness?
“Scream
out loud in the utter darkness,
Sapped of
all senses.”
Such
harshness-
Could
that be the kindness of your mentor?
“You
don’t understand the true nature
Of that
emotion known as ‘fear’.”
Deliberately
drowning you in the ocean of terror:
Is such
cruelty kindness?
Blinding
your eyes to the delusion, and
Then
whispering, ‘’This world sits on a pedestal of sins.
Do you
accept that compassion is but a happy dream?”
Is such
provocation equivalent to kindness?
“Life and
death are meaningless:
Is there
any point in believing in them if they aren’t tangible?”
Such
absurdity-
Is it
also not kindness?
“Take a
stance, raise your blade… to the one you respect,
For he
has walked down a path of righteous justice.”
Stabbing
him from behind to protect another-
Is reaping lives also kindness?
Part 2: Interlude
If I were
to ever bow down to someone,
It would
be to the one
Who has
transcended all forms of kindness,
Who has
magnificently emanated his own kindness,
Who has
increased the worth of his kind heart,
Who continues to shower kindness on others.
Part 3:
When Light is Shed on the Shadow
Brutality
is indeed kindness.
If one
truly is negligible,
And will
disappear into nothingness once death beckons it over.
Shouldn’t
they appreciate each moment and treasure what they have right now?
Harshness
is indeed kindness.
One will
always stumble and despair as they trudge through life.
Does this
not mean that one should have the courage
To take
the next step forward?
Cruelty
is indeed kindness.
If one
forgets to respect fear.
Why are
they even alive?
Strength
to embrace fear and march ahead is what keeps death at bay.
Provocation
is indeed kindness.
Even if
sins are what makes the world rotate.
Accept it
and carve out a path,
Act as a
lighthouse for someone lost amidst all the evil.
Oh, life
and death are indeed tangible.
Death is
the complete crumbling of one’s soul.
If you
see someone ‘dying’ a thousand times at your hands,
Immediately
acquiring ‘life’ afterwards, would you not kneel before their true meaning?
Reaping
lives is indeed kindness.
Justice
is like the wind; one can never really see its true form.
If
someone’s definition of vengeful justice is like a tornado, not a soothing
breeze,
Then why
should the shadow behind the reaper not cut through that storm?
Part 4:
Kyndness
A nation:
a prison encompassed by chains.
It
encloses only he who performs noble deeds.
As the
orb shining on him begins to collapse, or,
once he
died and was re-animated endlessly,
His
chains begin to spiral-
Drawing
in others who admire his valour.
Kindness
being contagious; the nation develops,
With him being crowned the lynchpin.
Part 5:
Enrichment
Sublime
is the kindness that is enforced upon one’s self:
Leniency
shown to self every other day,
Learning
to accept the kindness of another,
Blaming
not oneself,
Valuing
one’s place in the world.
Being
gentle towards self and witnessing a different aspect of the same world.
Shifting
perspective-
If you
aren’t kind to yourself and refuse help from others,
Who
are you going to help in turn?
