in between temper tantrums
i am completely still
swimming in the great bliss of God
I fall back into a body
carrying so many
an antennae
a temple
of the most holy
manifesting itself
again and again
along with the monsters
the monsters
are friends
i can prove it
just give them a name
and watch them change
for anger becomes healing
lust, understanding
superficiality causes manifestation
weak allows contemplation
meanness educates
cold cannot spoil
ignorance carries bliss
and bitterness is safety
the monsters we run from
unnamed and ignored
grow large and distorted
and run after us
over reacting
begging for attention
if only we could see
just a moment
of compassion
would send them home
to transform into blessings
how much we must enjoy
running from them
swimming in the fear
we think is safety
it must be all apart of the story
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So much unknown in known forms in this poem. I dig its simplicity.
its been a while since i've read this. it spoke to me. funny i don't remember the person writing it.
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