Monday, March 30, 2009

UNTITLED


Courage.
It’s entering another world.
Being in a different body.
Facing the ugly faces
The different sides of you
You didn’t know.

Comfort.
It’s deceiving.
One day it’s there
Feeding off of
And into you.
The next day
It’s nowhere to be seen.

Complacence.
Is an ally of comfort.
They’re symbiotic.
Both sworn enemies
Of courage.

Balance.
The rogue that’s always
Missing.
Conflicting interests,
Raining storms inside of you.
But the sun seldom shines.
Balance does not make
An appearance.

Only Buddha claims to have found her
And tied the knot.



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