The First Suffering...

The First Suffering

In silence deep, the dawn was bright,
Yet man awoke to endless night.
His eyes beheld the sky so wide,
But something stirred, a pain inside.

He knew not why the winds did call,
Or why the stars would rise and fall.
Yet deep within, a thought arose,
A whisper soft, yet full of woes.

"I am," he spoke, and thus was torn,
From nature’s womb, now lost, forlorn.
No beast did wonder, none did weep,
Yet man alone lost peaceful sleep.

The rivers ran, the trees stood tall,
The sun did shine, the rain did fall.
But man, now burdened with his mind,
Sought truths that nature left behind.

He saw the past, he feared the end,
And time no longer was his friend.
Where once was breath, so free, so wide,
Now came the fear that would not hide.

He longed to hold, he wished to keep,
Yet all he loved would one day sleep.
Desire burned and would not cease,
But nothing ever brought him peace.

He carved the stone, he built the fire,
He dreamt of more, he climbed up higher.
Yet every step, and every gain,
Unveiled a deeper, sharper pain.

For knowing more, he lost the way,
And innocence began to fray.
The beasts still roamed, the rivers flowed,
Yet man alone bore sorrow’s load.

He sought for meaning in the skies,
In earth, in gods, in lovers’ eyes.
But nothing spoke, no voice replied,
Just echoes from the void inside.

The hunger grew, the heart did yearn,
For something more—yet none returned.
A truth unseen, a silent lore,
That man was cursed to seek for more.

The first great pain was not of flesh,
Not hunger’s pangs, nor wounds so fresh.
But in the moment man did see,
That he was bound, yet wished to be free.

And so he walked, and so he sought,
A meaning to the void he caught.
Yet in his searching, through the years,
He weaved both wisdom and his tears.

For suffering first gave him sight,
And in his darkness, he found light.
Though pain was deep and loss unkind,
It was the birth of humankind.