Poem – The Shadow of Mara Looms Once Again

In the shadows of time, where echoes whisper old tales,

Dwells Mara, the demon, with his deceptive veils.

An ancient force, a spectral woe,

He lures with illusions, wherever he may go.

Through the centuries, his essence entwines,

Seductively weaving his intricate designs.

With armies and visions, he tempts the pure heart,

Seeking to tear all forms of enlightenment apart.

Yet not merely a myth of ages gone by,

For his presence persists, casting a sly eye.

In the fabric of today, his grasp remains strong,

As humanity dances to his malevolent song.

The Contaminator, with hatred’s bitter kiss,

Corrupts and distorts, leaving souls remiss.

Delusions’ mara, with webs of deceit,

Shatters unity’s bonds, leaving truth obsolete.

Death’s mara, a specter of terror untamed,

Leaves life in its wake, broken and maimed.

While Desire’s sweet poison, a toxic allure,

Corrupts noble intentions, rendering them impure.

Oh, how mankind tumbles, in cyclical plight,

Falling for the shadows, losing wisdom’s light.

Mara’s grip tightens, as history repeats,

Humanity, ensnared, in his treacherous feats.

Yet in the heart’s stillness, there lies a flame,

A glimmer of hope, a vow to reclaim.

Against Mara’s forces, powerful spirits shall rise,

Towards consciousness, peace, and the boundless skies.

May the awakening soul break free from his snare,

Embracing enlightenment, with a resolute stare.

For in every moment, the choice remains clear,

To transcend Mara’s grasp, we need to embrace truth without fear.

~Suzanne Wagner~