Not such a bad thing…it allows us to refuel. But if were not for history’s villains, would we know of attachments fool? Is spirit in the duality of detail? Is there no perfection? No, there could never be!
Without pain I would fail
Even with a paper framed liberal artists hanging by a rusty nail.
Are we just as…
the life led beneath our foot falls?
Just the same
bad becomes us all
Than only than…
The first thing I remember when meditating left of center
I recall standing in a driveway at the end of the storm.
A kinship called me like a name given unto vacant winds
She begged of me, never return, never again.
The second thing, the person of unknown origin, did say
it is a buyer’s remorse when attachments lead the way.