Saturday, November 15, 2014

a poem

bitter today, cold today, no other way, face fear of those near, many young, some old, some respectful, some not, no car, must walk, short but scary distance,some snow fluttering, wind blowing as cold as fear, as cold of revenge, retaliation however not the goal, the  target is serenity and peace, hard to maintain peace, yet it must be done, the alternative is ugly, vengeance and grudges are a waste, and exhausting, 7 billion strong and divided against ourselves, irony does not do it justice as description, buddha the guide yet the buddhist is his own master and student

No comments:

Post a Comment