Our has been
Species, tell us.
Life's arrows have tailspin!
Unavoidably they pierce us.
So from repercussions we must adjust,
And can protect, shielding from a sorrowful vice.
At such times find resilience we must.
But also guard against, be just,
Mind arrows under-spin
These do not trust.
Don't let in,
Not kin -
So this is a diatelle, a poetry form that I found frustrating and enjoyable all at the same time! The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, (15 lines) and has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. The Diatelle form was created by Bradley Vrooman.
I felt I wanted to talk about how, although life can ‘shoot’ at us, we also have a tendency to ‘shoot’ at ourselves again and again by how we relate to what has happened. This is encapsulated by the Parable of the two arrows from the Buddhist cannon:
The Buddha once asked a student,
‘If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful? If the person is struck by a second arrow, is it even more painful?’
He then went on to explain,
‘In life, we can’t always control the first arrow. However, the second arrow is our reaction to the first. This second arrow is optional.’
And just in case you’re still a bit confused here’s a short explainer.
Waves of despair
Consume the peace so rare.
Frustration crashes, must flee.
Terrors and worries, mind sinking.
Reach for the sane
Only to be enveloped, once again.
Crest of bitter lessons
Tide keeps on, doesn't lessen.
Calm does lie below
Equanimity can ride the flow.
This poem reflects the challenge of this week. As it has been like sailing through a storm. But instead of weather a constant barrage of frustrations and a burgeoning to-do list of intractable problems! Sure this is something you can empathise with as doubt I am alone.