It is easy to handle a rose with five thorns on its stem
than
One thorn under your skin.
Soul suspended aloof rejoicing in eternal purity and
bliss…
Oh the guilt free times where physical pain stood in the
corner.
Melting and dripping
into common life….
Adding feathers to the crown of cowardice as I move.
Wearing a tight warriors’ victory belt below the belly,
That cut guilt and shows off glory.
Something without anything Vs
Nothing with everything
Racing and roaring or roaring and racing
Away from peace is a piece of me!
Vision successful! Mission failed! Or
Mission successful! Vision lost!
I’m probably served the cashews I don’t enjoy.
I am deprived of the peanuts I like.
Ablaze or breeze … Life moves.
Efforts are on to maintain tranquility.
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