10 March 2016

The poetry-bird comes to visit when I most need company, solace and guidance. In that sense, it is a reliable friend, but it is not be tamed; it does not stop for flattery's sake. I had a kind of rough summer and wrote so many poems. It is easy to say ecstasy is the remedy for suffering, but it can only treat the symptom at times. The real medicine, the cure, is willpower. Currently, my life is mainly rhythm, routine, and glorious rigmarole, with hardly a poem in sight.


The battle must be fought
Again and again and again
In one form or another.

This is the nature of victory and defeat.


My life does not
give me satisfaction.

gives me life.

Satisfaction lives
in the Heart of Being.


Love is
the question,
And also,
the answer.

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